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Placing the tankard down, Kadira waved at the bartender to send over another. The khajiit wasn't easily buzzed; she'd travelled Skyrim and won drinking contests against the best of nords. When she came to Cyrodiil, where the beer was even lighter? She drank for joy, not to get drunk. She cast her eyes about, scanning the gloomy little tavern. A bunch of bosmer were seated in the corner, chatting in their native language about something she couldn't understand. Another khajiit sat next to them, and a lone argonian was enjoying a tankard of the brew himself at the bar.

Pushing out from her seat, she stood up and approached the scaled adventurer, taking a closer look at his attire. He was definitely not of noble stock, and wore what could best be described as rags. A staff was slung over his shoulder, but it held no crystal or inscriptions that would indicate it was much more than a walking stick. His scales had a soft green tint to them, with the leathery hide underneath them being slightly greener. As she sat down next to him, he raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"Kadira?" he asked with a knowing tone, handing her his tankard. "Thin-Tail didn't figure he would find you in Cyrodiil, of all places."

The khajiit took the tankard and a sip of it, peering over the rim at her compatriot. Thin-Tail wasn't the best fighter she knew, but he was loyal and reliable, and often had more jobs on hand than any of her other contacts. "What brings you to these parts, my green friend? Last I saw you, Gork was threatening to replace his outfit with your hide."

A silence washed over the argonian, but moments later he smiled again and shrugged. "Gork was a fool to think Thin-Tail would be so easy to catch. A few of his coins made their way into Thin-Tails pocket, and Thin-Tail knows to avoid the land of the Dunmer as a result."

Kadira had always treasured the company of Thin-Tail, and it was a pleasant surprise that his double-crossing of the orc hadn't resulted in any serious harm to him. "That only answers the second part of my question, Thin. Why are you in Cyrodiil?"

He paused and then let out a sigh. "You are who Thin-Tail is coming for."

Kadira sat up straight; a hand darted to her waist, partially unsheathing her dagger as she tried to gauge how much of a threat the argonian was. She felt her breath ramp up, and her heart pump faster. Adrenaline was coursing into her veins, and her nostrils flared as her sight narrowed. "What?"

But a moment later, it all went away. "Thin-Tail misses you. Thin-Tail misses... Us."

Could argonians blush, Kadira wondered? If so, Thin was certainly doing that. His eyes were large, pupils dilated and she could even see a few beads of sweat forming on his sloped forehead. She couldn't let the poor fellow sit in such a state for long; she leaned forwards and embraced him. "Kadira has missed you too, you silly lizard."

As evening turned to night, the pair spoke at lengths about their respective adventures. After fleeing from their previous employer, Thin-Tail had spent time in Elseweyr, where he'd run into members of Kadira's clan. Kadira, for her part, had stayed away from her homeland but had heard murmurings of an argonian making moves in imperial circles. It seemed it was the machinations of the divines to bring them together.

After the nudge of the bartender closing the bar, the pair made their way upstairs to their rooms. As they stood in the moonlight, Kadira put a warm hand on the lizard's cheek. "I really would rather not end the night so soon," she said, her tail swaying behind her as she hoped Thin would take the hint.

"Thin-Tail would prefer Kadira's company for a while yet," he responded with the type of toothy, cheeky smile only an argonian could muster. Placing his arms around her, their lips met in a moonlit kiss.

The khajiit was surprised at her partner's warmth. For a cold-blooded creature, the argonian's lips were warm and welcoming to her own, and his body felt as if it emanated heat. Barely allowing one another space, they continued to clutch onto eachother as they pushed past the door to Kadira's room, collapsing onto the straw-dressed bed.

Kadira smirked a bit as their lips parted, running a claw over the argonian's unbuttoned shirt, her hand feeling its way over his scaled chest. "I've never actually been with an argonian, you know. How are your... Rituals?"

Cocking an eyebrow, as much as he was able to with his scales, the argonian chuckled. "Thin-Tail does not believe rituals are necessary for this act, miss Kadira. It is merely... Love," he mused as he began to undo the rest of his shirt, letting it slide off him. His breeches were next, though they were far more easy to slide off.

Faced with a naked argonian, the khajiit smiled, mimicking his actions and undressing herself, letting her clothes fall in a pile next to the bed. Promptly, she put an arm around the argonians shoulders, pulling him onto the bed proper, and straddling his hips. Stealing another kiss from his lips, the khajiit eyed him up and down, in the manner you would as if to judge the value of a ship in harbour.

"I do so prefer to be the one in control, my dear," she mused, leaning forward as she allowed her hips to settled onto his; her cleft gently pressing against the lizard's slit. Taking his hands in hers, their fingers joined and she began to roll her body over his. It felt strange. The sensation of his rough, yet at the same time smooth hide. It felt particularly stimulating to the khajiit.

And it appeared she wasn't alone in feeling pleasured. It only took mere moments before she felt something poking out from the argonian's slit; a sizeable shaft was slowly unveiling itself, ridges dotting its length from top to bottom. Once again she had to wonder if the argonian could blush, or if it truly was his eyes betraying him.

"Mm, Kadira knows how to please Thin-Tail," he muttered, his voice cracking a bit from the excitement. His shaft was twitching between the pair, and the khajiit wasn't about to leave him hanging.

Using her hand to angle his shaft, she slowly slid down, letting the argonian's member pass into her cleft, teasing her clit with its multitude of ridges. It felt very different from what she had expected, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan, which the argonian immediately took notice of.

"Does Kadira wish for Thin-Tail to stop?" he asked with concern in his tone, but the khajiit shook her head.

"No you silly fool, quite the contrary."

Without further words exchanged, she sank the rest of the member into her. It slid into her with ease, no doubt aided by her own excitement and juices lubricating the member. Leaning forwards, she pushed her chest against the argonian's, angling her hips so the ridges would brush against her clit with every bounce against the scaled adventurer.

She had to bite her lip, but that only muffled her moans. And Thin-Tail seemed to be in much the same situation, but was far more shameless; the argonian's moans were loud enough that Kadira swore she heard the other residents grow quiet. But she didn't care.

She rode her partner like it was the one thing she had set out to do, and her body responded with shock after shock of pleasure up her spine, every time her clit was touched by any of the ridges or bumped against the scalie pelvis.

Her partner was a bit easy to stimulate than her it turned out; she felt him shiver underneath her, and with a cheeky grin she made sure he was looking at her as she took one of her breasts in her hand, teasing her own nipple. It seemed to be just the thing to push the horny argonian over the edge. Placing his hands on her hips, he pulled her down and let out a whimpering moan.

Shortly after, she felt the pulsating rod give up its load. Between that, the stimulation to her nub, and the general erotic situation, her own orgasm struck her like lightning, her own juices joining her partners. Shuddering, she collapsed on top of her partner, sealing the deal with a tender kiss to his lips...

The sun rose over the sea-side tavern, sending a single beam of light in through the dirt covered window. Kadira groaned and rolled over onto her belly, hiding her face in the pillow as if it would chase the sun away. After a futile few moments of trying to hide from the day, she looked up, seeing Thin-Tail seated at the room's only desk, polishing one of his daggers.

"You leaving already? Never took you for a one night stand kind of guy," she mused. "What's up?"

"Thin-Tail heard a rumour this morning. Bartender said Gork's in Leyawiin, dealing with some low class mercenaries. Kadira and Thin-Tail could get revenge, yes?"

Sitting up in the bed, the khajiit smiled and rolled her shoulders. Reuniting with her partner, and now a chance to take revenge on a double-crossing bastard? It seemed like coming to Cyrodiil was the best choice she could have made...