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The Lusty Argonian Maid Act VII, Scene II, continued, The untold story.

Lifts-Her-Tail: My goodness, that's quite a loaf! But how ever shall it fit my oven?

Crantius Colto: This loaf isn't ready for baking, my sweet. It has yet to rise.

Lifts-Her-Tail: If only we could hurry that along. How would I accomplish such a task?

Crantius Colto: Oh, my foolish little Argonian maid, you must use your hands.

Lifts-Her-Tail: You wish me to knead the loaf? Here?

Crantius Colto: Of course.

Lifts-Her-Tail: But what if the mistress catches me? Your loaf was meant to satisfy her appetite.

Crantius Colto: Don't fret, my delicate flower. I'll satisfy the mistress' cravings later.

Lifts-Her-Tail: Very well, but I'm afraid my oven isn't hot enough. It could take hours!

Crantius Colto: Plenty of time, my sweet. Plenty of time.

Lifts-Her-Tail: But, sir, I would not know where to start. I am but a humble maid, ignorant on the subject of fine dining.

Crantius Colto: Dining? Sweet girl, you really make no attempt to hide your desires.

Lifts-Her-Tail: My apologies, my lord. Am I being too forward? Do you wish me to act more coy?

Crantius Colto: No need, sweetheart. For I know exactly what your intentions are. I make no illusion of such, fret not. The only thing you need to worry that beautiful head of yours about is what my intentions are... with you.

Crantius winks at his maid, exerting both dominance and playfulness. Knowing her prior interaction with her master, she knows all too well what state of mind he is in.

Lifts-Her-Tail: Oh my.. I do hope my kneading will be satisfactory, sir. I would not wish to be punished when I fail to meet your expectations, for I know not what I do.

Crantius Colto: Here, give me your hands. I will guide your actions, see to it that you reach the destination you are ever so obvious attempting to reach.

Lifts-Her-Tail: Sir..

Crantius Colto: Hush, my sweet. Give me your hands.

Lifts-Her-Tail calmly puts her hands out in front of her. Her gaze becomes slightly flustered as it had been a while since she got to enjoy some quality time with her master. Crantius slowly takes the outside of her hands into his palms, softly gripping her wrists with his index finger and thumb, treating her in a delicate manner that reflects his admiration for her unmatched beauty. With mild tugs Crantius guides her towards his disrobed member, gliding her hands over his thighs making sure she feels the warmth of his body.

Lifts-Her-Tail: ..Oh my.

-She whispers under her breath.

Crantius Colto:There is only you to blame, young one.

The soft friction of the skin can be felt by them both. It need not be said that even with all their previous nights of secret passion, the mere touch of one another merely summons a strong numbness to possible consequence.

No fear, no regret. There was no denying that consequences would be dire, were they ever discovered melting in each others embrace, but it matters little to the both of them. After a short- but sufficient, period of suspense, Lifts-Her-Tail's hands approach Crantius's member. Without interruption he moves her hands onto it, using his own palms to wrap her fingers around. Lifts-Her-Tail exhales strongly.

Crantius Colto: Oh my, young one. Such response would not be caused by little 'ol me, would it?

-Lifts-Her-Tail blushes deeply.

Lifts-Her-Tail: ..I'm sorry. But please tease me not. I just cannot contain my excitement, sir.

Crantius Colto: Be honest, my sweet. How long has it been?

Lifts-Her-Tail: I do not understand what you mean by that..

Crantius wraps his hands around her hands, and squeezes them tight against his member. He forces his maid's hand to make strong soft strokes along his fully erect manhood.

Crantius Colto: Hmmmmm-

-He moans teasingly, yet surprisingly believable.

Crantius Colto: I could do this all night, naughty girl. Tell me, or do I need to fondle you underneath your shirt again until it freshens your memory?

Lifts-Her-Tail: Oh.. Oh my.

-A short silence follows.

Lifts-Her-Tail: ..It has been 3 weeks, my lord.

Crantius Colto: Did you touch yourself at all, sweetheart.

Lifts-Her-Tail: No sir, I merely touched myself to wash and dress. Just like you commended.

-She says with a strong tense accent in her voice.

Crantius Colto: What about the books I left you? Did you read them?

Lifts-Her-Tail: Yes, sir! I did. I fulfilled my punishment exactly as you commanded.

Crantius Colto: Summarize them for me, love.

Lifts-Her-Tail: Oh- As you wish, sir.

-A short pause ensues as she tries to remember the books she had read.

Lifts-Her-Tail: The first book was about a young Khajiit male that lived on a farm located near the Imperial City, sir.

Crantius Colto: Correct. And do you remember what happened on that farm, my young maid?

-He asked while still holding her hands firmly on his member.

Lifts-Her-Tail: Oh- I certainly do. Every other night he was visited by two- or more, gorgeous witches that payed him handsomely to extract his semen for erotic potions. Oh master, I don't think I can-

Crantius Colto: Hush now, my dumpling. Your punishment is nearly at an end. Now, was there anything particular about their methods?

Lifts-Her-Tail: Y-es. Yes, there was. They appeared out of nowhere, always took him by surprise. They would then tie the young Khajiit to his bed, and play with him for hours until he could not hold his excitement any longer. It was hinted that the witches took great pleasure in this. The story described this process in thorough detail, sir.

Crantius Colto: Absolutely correct! Did this story excite you, sweet?

Lifts-Her-Tail: ..Yes. A lot.

-She whispers.

Crantius Colto: Now please, summarize the story of the naughty mage for me. You may skip the details, love.

Lifts-Her-Tail: As you please, sir. The book describes a powerful illusion mage. The story describes his ending term within the College of Winterhold. At night he.. he would get out of bed, and access the dreams of his maiden fellow students. He would then find their purest fantasies, and use it to fill their dreams with pleasures they had ne.. never experienced.

Reciting the stories does not go without consequence. With every sentence uttered, she feels the excitement grow within her loins.

Lifts-Her-Tail: Forgive me, sir!

Lifts-Her-Tail rips herself loose from his grip, and grabs hold of his head tightly in a loving- respectful, manner. She kisses him passionately, unable to control her actions. From afar the heat of the moment is almost visible in the air they breathe. Lifts-Her-Tail clenches to her master with tongue and palms like a saliva leech. For a moment time seems to stand still. By total surprise, Lifts-Her-Tail can feel Crantius's hands creeping onto her sides. Her actions pause for just a moment to assess the situation, but before she can properly process it, she is swiftly pulled towards him with a strong tug. Caught by surprise her tongue breaks the tight grip it had just moments before. She now sits on top of his lap, legs spread, facing him. A short moment of silence follows in which only their heavy breathing breaks the sound of activity outside.

Lifts-Her-Tail: ..Sir, I..

Crantius Colto: I wondered when your true nature would once again rise to the surface. I have missed you.

His hands slowly make their way onto her hips, where he plays with the cloth of the skirt she wears by request of her master.

Lifts-Her-Tail: I do apologize, for I am just not myself under these strong layers of primal desire.

-Her face still within kissing range of his.

Crantius Colto: It doesn't seem like punishing you quite has the desired effect. For you remain untamed, and impulsive. Perhaps we can find a way to use this naughty fluctuation of personality in conventional servant behaviour to our advantage, would you not say, sweetheart?

Crantius folds back his maid's skirt to reveal her luscious buttocks to the ever fading outdoor light of the early evening. He continues to move his hands onto it and with great care he embraces her rigid yet internally soft rear end, and caresses it with great consideration. Squeezing it occasionally, as it is too tempting not to.

Lifts-Her-Tail: Eek! What.. what does my master have in mind?

Crantius Colto: Seeing as you are so skilled at containing your excitement toward the consequence of a near feral state of mind, perhaps we should make it standard convention.

Lifts-Her-Tail: Standard convention?

Crantius Colto: Indeed so, my sweet! From this day forth, you are no longer allowed to touch yourself for reasons of sexual release. Rather, when your ''oven'' is in dire need of baking, I shall provided the dough to fill your needs until both our hunger is satisfied.

Lifts-Her-Tail: But, sir..

-She speaks seductively with a coy undertone, as she presses her breasts firmly against his chest, forcing her face to creep in yet closer.

Lifts-Her-Tail: ..I would never touch myself. For I am but a innocent Argonian maid, fully devoted to serving my masters. I would never lay awake, thinking of my strong and generous master. Sliding my hands all over my body, fantasizing it was him. For that would be most inappropriate, sir!

Crantius Colto: Really now? Fully devoted? So it would have no effect if I were to, hypothetically, take off your clothes in this very room then?

Lifts-Her-Tail: I am here but to serve, my duties will be fulfilled duly, even with mere air as my uniform.

-Crantius looks deep into his maid's eyes, knowing perfectly well what game she is playing. He grips her shirt, and smiles.

Crantius Colto: Allow me, madam.

He makes no attempt to hide that he takes great pleasure in making the moment last as long as possible. Button by button he disrobes his maid's upper body. Starting with the lowest most button, swiftly looking back into her eyes with each button that pops from its corresponding hole. Lifts-Her-Tail's expression becomes noticeably flustered with each departing button. As does it loosen her shirt's tight hold on her body. The open crevice slowly creeps up to her breasts.

Lifts-her-Tail: Oh dear, I do believe this area is yet a little lumpy. Perhaps master's strong hands can knead those out?..

-Crantius laughs at the intentionally lame pun.

Crantius Colto: I do intend to knead them thoroughly, sweetheart.

He unfolds her loose shirt, to reveal her breasts to the the red dusk light from outside, ever so slightly glistening. After gazing upon them to take in their subtle yet exotic texture, he slowly starts fondling them. In his conventional demeanour with her he does so careful and respectful. Lifts-Her-Tail looks down upon his busy hands, fondling and squeezing her breasts.

Lifts-Her-Tail: Do my breasts excite you, my lord.

Crantius Colto: Mouth watering. Like delicious delicacies. Especially.. these..

-He seductively utters while pinching one of her Argonian nipples.

Lifts-Her-Tail: You know, one really should not play with their food.

Crantius Colto: Shouldn't I?

Lifts-Her-Tail: No, sir. It is rude.

-She says all the while smiling.

Crantius Colto: Oh, I wouldn't want to be rude.

-He pinches it again.

Crantius Colto: Whoops. Pardon me madam, it would appear I just cannot help myself.

Lifts-Her-Tail: Perhaps I should assist you in overcoming your bad habit, sir?

Crantius Colto: Like this..?

Crantius yet again pinches her nipple, whilst suckling on the other with his mouth. He is more aggressive with his touches now that he senses his maid becoming more aroused with each passing minute. His suspicions are confirmed by Lifts-Her-Tail's subtle grinds and shivers on his lap. Crantius can hear clear, increasingly stronger, exhales coming from above. With his tongue still going strong, he runs one of his hands slowly over her waist, downward to her heated oven.

Lifts-Her-Tail: Please, sir. Tease me no more.

-Crantius looks up into her eyes, still firmly latched on to her breast. Without pardon he slides two fingers into her soaking orifice. Gently moving his fingers around as if he explores her for the very first time. Ever so slowly he slides them in and out, sometimes rubbing the edge regions of her clitoris with his thumb. Slowly increasing in speed until Lifts-Her-Tail closes her eyes. This was just the opportunity Crantius was waiting for.

Both his hands make it onto her strong hips within a seconds notice. He grabs hold of them firmly. He then pulls them towards him, and then swiftly upwards. Lifts-Her-Tail flips upside down and lays comfortably on top of Crantius's legs. Lifts-Her-Tail's oven is now within inches of Crantius's grinning face. Her bottom resting against his chest.

-Lifts-Her-Tail giggles.

Lifts-Her-Tail: You are a animal, sir.

Crantius Colto: You do not expect me to bake my loaf in any warm oven, do you, sweetheart? I must examine it thoroughly first.

Lifts-Her-Tail: Oh but of course, sir! Your loaf deserves but the very best of baking furnaces.

-She whispers while she fondles Crantius's member that is resting firmly against her back in this position.

Crantius squeezes one of her buttocks that are now well within reach and sight. Even though this was far from their first encounter, Crantius had never seen his maid quite from this angle. Combined with the smells released by her excitement, he can't help but become significantly more aroused. His hand slides off her buttock and slides towards her orifice. Once again he slides two of his fingers down and starts stimulating her. Her dangling legs move on their own accord, but to the rhythm of Crantius's handy work between her legs.

As the noises escaping from her mouth and movement with her legs synchronize, overwhelmed by this sight Crantius cannot help but let his perversion take over. He firmly kisses and licks one of Lift-Her-Tail's inner thighs.

Sloppy, moist, noises escape him as he covers her lower regions with his saliva.

Lifts-Her-Tail: Oh, by the Nine!

-She screams on the top of her lungs. Crantius is too preoccupied to notice that Lifts-Her-Tail has creeped her legs behind his head. He feels a slight itch, when suddenly all goes blank for a split second. The first thing he notices is a particular taste in his mouth, a intoxicating taste. The second thing he notices is his maids cheek-to-cheek grin, slightly obscured by the blurred vision of her hips that keep his face firmly latched onto her lizardhood.

Lifts-Her-Tail: Whoopsie.

Crantius merely stares at her for a while before he starts to wiggle his tongue around, slowly exploring her lips and insides. Lifts-Her-Tail shudders. She is far too pent up and frustrated to even pretend she has any stamina left. Yet, Crantius is not about to let her off quite that easily. He reads her body language very thoroughly as he brings her to the edge a couple of times within mere minutes. It is such a wonderful sight to behold; a strong Argonian female, reduced to a shivering, flustered, squealing, submissive mess.

Her squeals and moans get louder, as do her shivers and violent shudders. Lifts-Her-Tail is so expressive that you can almost count it down to the very second. Her body firmly tightens and and silence follows.

Then suddenly, her whole body seems to explode. Her hips spasm, her vagina pulses, her mouth unable to withhold the volume-fluctuating screams, and her breasts jiggle to the accord of her shivering torso as if they were passengers on a violent ride. It takes almost half a minute before she's able to settle down. She continues to experience shudders for several minutes after. Crantius compliments her extensively on her recent performance.

Crantius Colto: You are a sensational beast, my sweet.

Lifts-Her-Tail: Sir! Don't speak like that.. You are embarrasing me.

Crantius Colto:But it is true! Have you not observed how the rest of the servants look upon your person? Why, just the other day, during lunch, I had to discipline one of the new Khajiit bust boys for not being able to contain his 'excitement' when you walked out the dining room. You should have seen him. Desperately trying to hide it behind a empty wine bottle.

Lift-Her-Tail: ..Oh my. What became of him, sir?

Crantius Colto: Fret not, my sweet. I would never harm my loyal servants. I merely ordered him to wear one of your form fitting uniforms as he takes care of the public garden this week. He merely needed to learn that you are off limits.

Lifts-Her-Tail: Because I am only your pet, my lord?

-Lifts-Her-Tail teases as she gets back on her feet. Crantius laughs, and ogles her butt and moist inner thighs.

Crantius Colto: Why, will you look at that. If I'm not mistaken, it would seem like your oven is finally ready. Are you ready for the main course?

Lifts-Her-Tail blushes.

Lifts-Her-Tail: My oven only burns for you, my lord. I barely dare ask, but may I do the honours?

Crantius Colto: ..Of course, sweetheart.

Lifts-Her-tail: You are most kind, my lord. Please make yourself comfortable where ever master wishes.

Crantius looks across the now scarcely candle lit room looking for a suitable spot to park his posterior. The problem is not availability, but rather the abundance of it. So many ways and places for him and his maid to passionately take care of each other's needs. In the end there are simply too many, and Crantius settles on the bench near the window. If their forbidden acts couldn't be heard outside from the prior location, they surely could be now.

Crantius lazily leans to his side, with one leg on the floor, his other stretched over the bench.

Crantius Colto: I'm ready for you, my sweet.

Lifts-Her-Tail looks at Crantius with glee on her face.

Lifts-Her-Tail: Always so eager, sir.

Crantius Colto: Only for you. Only for you.

Lifts-Her-Tail slowly approaches him, intentionally swirling her hips in a seductive feminine fashion. She looks him in his eyes, and licks her rough lips with her glistening lizard tongue.

Crantius Colto: Hmm, h-

-Lifts-Her-Tail swiftly bends over, and places her index finger upon Crantius's lips, interrupting his sentence.

Lifts-Her-Tail: Shhh, master. Give me all control.

Crantius nods with a devious smile upon his face and readjusts himself into a lazy sitting position, with both feet on the floor, his upper body diagonally leaning against the back rest.

Lifts-Her-Tail slowly places both her knees on the bench, right next to the outsides of Crantius's hips. While kneeling down, her body is yet perfectly erect, with her arms to her sides. Crantius looks up at Lifts-Her-Tail. Candle light from both sides play with her contours, and induce great hunger in his eyes for the areas that fall just short of the redish illumination.

Crantius's member eagerly anticipates the soon to be merger of their genitals. But Lifts-Her-Tail is not quite done teasing her poor master. She places her hands on his head and guides him upward and forward. His trajectory is soon obstructed by her bosoms, in which his face now rests. Lifts-Her-Tail slowly guides him back down, and smooches Crantius on his forehead.

She looks down at his penis as her crown jewel hoveres ominously above it, and then looks back into his eyes. As Crantius is distracted by her gaze, she quickly lowers herself onto him. The normally leisure Crantius Colto releases a loudly escaping manly moan. A little bit ashamed, he is soon brought at ease by the pulsing and heavenly friction of Lifts-Her-Tail's lizardhood that is firmly squeezed around his penis. After the mild shock of the rough landing, Lifts-Her-Tail avidly continues to please her master. She shamelessly grinds her breasts over his chest as she bounces upon his lap.

Lifts-Her-Tail is not shy to abuse her dominant role as she moves her body faster and more aggressively with every passing minute. The friction and sheer pleasure causes them to slide over the smooth wooden bench. This creates a symphony of energy loaded exhales, sloppy noises and wood bouncing of the wall.

Crantius Colto wraps his arms firmly around Lifts-Her-Tail and uncontrollably thrusts into her. Lifts-Her-Tail tries to match his rhythm, and uses all her strength to stop Crantius's passionate humps from throwing her into the air. They are both shamelessly loud, as they the inevitable result of their aggressively love making creeps ever closer. The bench starts to creeks under the forces it was never supposed to be exposed too.

The aggressive thrusts slow down, and turn into strong, firm, steady ones. They look into each others eyes intensely when Lifts-Her-Tail's breathing starts to escalate, and without much warning she forces herself downward, pressing Crantius deep inside her. Too little time had passed since her previous orgasm, causing her to be rather easily stimulated. At the same time, Crantius tries his best to get the final few thrusts inside. Over stimulated and sensitive, these few thrusts are enough to push him over the edge. He sits up and embraces his maid tightly as his whole body stiffs up. His eyes close tightly and he powerfully unloads himself into his shivering Argonian maid.

Their bodies remain locked for a few minutes to overcome and subdue the powerful sensation of their shared orgasms. Lust turns to serenity. And moans fade into the soft sound of the wind coming from outside.

Lifts-Her-Tail: Was I too rough, master?

Crantius Colto: You devoured my loaf as if you were a starved animal. Do you still deny that you are a savage beast, dumpling?

Lifts-Her-Tail: ..I do apologize, my lord. But I just cannot see it.

Crantius Colto: Coy as always, eh? Fair enough, perhaps if you are unwilling to be honest, then I will have to draw that side of you out more often.

-Lifts-Her-Tail giggles.

END OF ACT VII, SCENE II