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The Sultry Argonian Bard Act VI, Scene II, continued, The Untold Story

Croon-Tail: My lady, I could never perform your request!

Ellya Erdain: Oh? Is it too fast for you?

Croon-Tail: I fear that it might damage my instrument.

Ellya Erdain: Ah. But you seem to handle your instrument so well, my darling.

Croon-Tail: You flatter me, my lady.

Ellya Erdain: Yes, well it is such a large and magnificent piece. May I hold it?

Croon-Tail: Goodness no! The innkeeper would never approve of such a public display.

Ellya Erdain: Then may I suggest a private performance? Perhaps, away from the noise of the inn where we both may enjoy your tremendous talent.

Croon-Tail: Surely you don't mean for me to accompany you to your room?

Ellya Erdain: Indeed I do, my sweet. Indeed I do.

Croon-Tail: But I must object, kind madam. I cannot just up and leave my post. For what if a thirsty traveller has need of a soothing tune?

Ellya Erdain: Very well. If you insist on staying on your post, then I must respect that. But, you must at least give me the chance to prove my competence with your mighty instrument.

The shy Croon-Tail remains quiet as Ellya slowly approaches him within the crowded main hall of the inn. Loud jarring sounds of drunk guards accompanied by clunks of tankards being put down on the tables supplies a cheery mood.

Ellya Erdain: You see, I've been generously praised with the gift of bestowing great warmth and euphoria upon the bards whom's instruments I play. You simply must witness it.

Ellya presses her breasts up against him, covering most of Croon-Tail's front body with her ever so slightly voluptuous frame. Hidden between Croon-Tail and herself, her hands make quick work getting into the silky rags which contain his Black Marshian flute. Ever so slightly warmed up by her subtle ways, Croon-Tail is soon broken free from his lust invoked daze as 'it' is swiftly pulled out of its protective cover.

Upon the shock of his sudden artistic exposure, he takes her by the hand and rushes into a dark corridor where the candles have fortunately since died out. Luckily nobody has noticed, and the evening within the main hall continues as if nothing happened.

Croon-Tail: Madam, what are you doing?! This is most improper..

-He explains with a assertive but timid tone of voice. Shouting and whispering at the same time.

Ellya Erdain: Hush, hush, hansom. Please forgive my sudden disregard for your request. But you must admit that your shy teasing was luring me into the contrary.

Croon-Tail: But what if the innkeeper had seen us..?

Ellya Erdain:Then perhaps she would've developed a similar desired taste for your equipment as I.

Croon-Tail: Mhpf. Yet again with the flattery. You might be mad as a skeever, but I cannot stay angry at you, my fair maiden.

Ellya Erdain: Oh, but I know. You can't quite pull of the angry act, shy lizard boy.

Croon-Tail. Oh? ..Am I that meek and easy to read?

Ellya Erdain: Oh no, sweetheart. Your appearance is on the contrary really quite hardened and attractive.

-She mentions all the while reverting her gaze downward.

Ellya Erdain: It's just that.. unless you've spontaneously grown a second tail at the front, I do believe that's.. something else, poking eagerly in my hip.

Croon-Tail: Gracious. I do apologize. I am not one to violate a women's body like that.

Ellya Erdain: No need to apologize. It's only just that you get to return the favour. Surely your hands, heart.. and tongue, must be aching for a symphony.

Croon-Tail looks around him. Avoiding eye contact with Ellya as his glossy ebony Argonian face turns a ever so slight shade of pink.

Croon-Tail: ..But, eh, I really should get back. Tempting as your offer may be, uhm, the innkeeper will toss me out without pardon if she saw me with one of her guests. I simply cannot-

-Ellya grabs his wrist and gently interrupts him.

Ellya Erdain: Look, darling...

-She whispers, looking at the bright and noisy main hall.

Ellya Erdain: ...The crowd hasn't even noticed us slipping into the darkness. Their foolish jokes and drunken chatter provide us a better cloak then invisibility itself could.

-Ellya tugs on his wrist in attempt to guide Croon-Tail deeper into the darkened hallway. Ever slowly he follows her directions, with a conflicted gaze he focusses on the distant main hall. They turn the corner and Croon-Tail follows her every step along on the ever more silent corridor. Further away from the noise, the silence seems to bestow a meager confidence within Croon-Tail. But before long, the silence is suddenly broken by Ellya's sultry voice.

Ellya Erdain: Here we are. This is the room I have for the night..

Croon-Tail: ...

The door opens with a soft creek to reveal a small room with a bed and a chest. It's by no means luxurious, and the absence of windows makes it anything but a room with a view. This however suits Croon-Tail just fine as there can be no curious viewers without them. They both enter the room. Croon-Tail swiftly closes the door again to ensure no prying eyes catch wind of their endeavours.

Ellya Erdain: Well, well. Look who is rather eager all of the sudden..

Croon-Tail: ..What? Oh, no. I did not mean to imply that..

Ellya Erdain: Hush, sweetheart. You need not apologize for anything that is about to happen this evening. I have but one expectation.

To break Croon-Tail free of his hesitations she slowly moves her face closer to his. Preparing the mood- and opportunity, for a passionate kiss. Backed against the door, Croon-Tail can only accept the kiss that his subconscious desires more then anything.

It takes a few moments to find a good rhythm for their un-matchted orifices, but soon desire and consideration allows them to find it. As their tongues swirl around each other, Croon-Tail finds himself more at ease within his compromising position. And as such he places his hands on her shoulders, and takes control of the kiss.

They both take a few steps from the door before their gentle dance of the mouth ceases.

Croon-Tail: ..What is it that you expect of me then, my lady.

Ellya Erdain: For you to enjoy my body, as much as I will yours.

Croon-Tail: I think that can be arranged..

-He whispers softly, still under the influence of Ellya's taste and warm body, that is casually pressed against his person.

Ellya Erdain: Forgive me, but I must ask. This isn't your first time, is it?

Croon-Tail: ..First time? Why no, madam. For I am a bard, and have given private music lessons on many occasions.

Ellya Erdain: So, you intend to teach me then..?

-Her hand once again firmly placed upon his Argonian length.

Croon-Tail: Oh.. oh my.. But of course, If madam wishes so. But, I would first need to assess your skills.

Ellya Erdain: I ensure you, I have skills of plenty.

Croon-Tail: Then, show me.

-He smiles.

Ellya pauses to shortly stare at Croon-Tail, whom seems to have become filled with enough confidence to commit himself to her for this one night. Almost instinctively her hands slip into his waistband, all the while staring into his eyes. She pulls it towards herself to open a crevice that once again exposes him to the visual spectrum.

Her mouth opens, and with it comes a coy smile. She looks down to evaluate the prize of her efforts, which is yet as eager as ever.

Ellya Erdain: Why, would you look at that. No wonder Argonians have such heavy tails. For without it, you would just fall forward.

Croon-Tail: ..You honour me too much. And if it seems grand, then that can only be your own doing. For my desire for your skills grow ever hungrier.

Ellya Erdain: Then perhaps it is time to stop my bragging, and preform one of my most requested acts.

Ellya drops to her knees and teasingly uses her hands and face to rub over Croon-Tails crowded trousers. After a sufficient time, and after a small quantity of sticky substances had seeped through the rags and onto her soft cheek, she grabs his hips and guides him towards the bed behind her. Which is only a subtle motion due to the room's humble size.

Croon-Tail makes fewer and fewer objections and willingly places himself within control of the assertive maiden's will.

In front of the bed, Ellya grabs the silky cloth that surround Croon-Tails knees, and pulls it down. Anatomy however has a different plan, as his member catches onto the waistband of his trousers as though trying to keep itself covered. Ellya quickly resolves this by a even stronger tug, and his member breaks free with a energetic sproing.

Ellya cannot help but stare at it.

A little embarrassed standing around as such, Croon-Tail sits down on the bed and leans backward, making his instrument stand out even more.

Croon-Tail: ..Now then.

-He says with a concealed stutter.

Ellya Erdain: Not so fast..

She leans forward, and reaches for his hands. Which incidentally causes her breasts to lean against his hardened lizard-hood.

She grabs hold of his hands and slowly guides them to her full bosom. Without pardon she presses them firmly onto her breasts, using her own hands to rub his scaly palms over the cloth that hold her mounds. It causes his member to twitch.

Ellya Erdain: You like that, eh?

Croon-Tail: My, they are quite magnificent.

Ellya Erdain: Hehe. I didn't ask you to describe them, you smooth stud. I asked, do -you- like that?

Croon-Tail: ..Oh my, yes madam. I must confess I have dreamt of fondling your bosom from the moment you first set foot in this inn.

Ellya Erdain: Oh? Have you..? Would that not be, as you said, ''most improper''?

Croon-Tail: I have been ever so ashamed. But I simply cannot resist your beauty and playful ways.

Ellya Erdain: You certainly possess a bard's smooth tongue. It would be simply criminal for it to be denied its true purpose.

Croon-Tail: Oh madam..

Ellya Erdain: But first, to attend to this standing ovation of yours.

Ellya casually releases her partner's hands and moves them out of the way. After which she leans in and inches closer to Croon-Tail's awaiting member. The smells of fresh sweat and dripping pre-cum are vividly noticeable at this distance. Ellya finds herself relished in the organic scent of their deeds. Her heart moves to her throat, as her head embarks into the clouds.

With a swift motion she grabs onto his base and explores its diameter and soft-hard feel to the touch. Upon that short and exhilarating notion, she closes her eyes and licks it from base all the way up to the tip in a slow, controlled, fashion.

When she arrives at the tip she needfully looks up at Croon-Tail whom looks down with a mixture of fear and sheer excitement upon his face. His mouth hanging open unaware, as his most sensitive of body parts is shamelessly worked over by the beautiful- and almost legendarily skilled, young lady that is Ellya.

Ellya grabs his member and pulls it towards her into a semi-horizontal position. Her other hand accompanies the other. Teasingly she kisses the tip and blows a tiny gust of breath on it, after which she suckles on the tip with her moist lips and wiggling tongue. Quite literally playing his Argonian skin-flute.

Over several minutes she steadily increases speed and intake quantity. Making sure Croon-Tail is well on edge, but never over it. Her hands are no longer required for stability, as the increasingly sensitive member is steadily caught restlessly in her never-stationary orifice. She places her hands high upon Croon-Tail's thighs, almost on his sides.

Croon-Tail: ...Ughn.. Slow down..

-He grunts.

Croon-Tail: I can't.. take m.. much more of this.

-Ellya ignores the adorably close Argonian bard and fiercely continues her work between his legs. And worse yet, increases the speed yet again.

Croon-Tail: ..Ahh.. wait.. ohh.

Croon-Tail: Ell..ya. Mpfh.. Ngh!

Croon-Tail: OoohOOOHH!

Right before Croon-Tail uncontrollably unloads himself, Ellya manages to look up to witness his eyes close tightly and head and back rapidly arch backward.

Upon combustion Ellya's lips are tightly wrapped around the base, with the tip nearly scraping her throat. It is very apparent Croon-Tail is pent up judging by the sheer quantity that blasts out of his length. The first wave causes Ellya to disconnect in shock. Before even a second had passed a second wave forced itself from the tip and shoots right into her face. She swiftly recovers and manages to wrap her lips around his member to receive the last few remaining bursts of the sticky Argonian substance.

-Croon-Tail pants heavily as Ellya swallows the portion that did make it into her mouth. She wipes her hand along her cheek and looks in admiration at the gooey substance that drips off her fingers.

Croon-Tail: Goodness gracious.. That's was.. simply one of a kind. I am sorry it was over so quick.

Ellya Erdain: Over? Why, you don't think we're done here, do you? I said I had this room for the entire night, did I not?

Ellya grabs the nearest rag she can find and wipes the excess semen off her hand and face. She resumes her position, standing right in front of him. Croon-Tail looks up at her. whom is laying haphazardly on the bed. His rapidly deflating erection soon springs back to life when he notices that Ellya is unbuttoning her shirt.

Ellya Erdain: ..I am yet to find out just how extensive your talents are, my darling. Why don't you put those elegant hands of yours to work, while the rest of you recovers?

Croon-Tail: You desire a back rub, my lady?

Ellya Erdain: Hehe.. Not quite.

Ellya leans forward with her breasts fully exposed and whispers to Croon-Tail;

Ellya Erdain: I desire.. a body rub. Head to toe, front to back.

Croon-Tail. But of course, madam.

-He whispers back.

Both Croon-Tail and Ellya disrobe entirely, until both their sights is filled with nothing more then the subtle intoxicating features of skin and scales.

Ellya wastes no time and leisurely lays down on the bed and assumes a timid attitude for the first time this evening. Croon-Tail sits down besides her on the bed, silently admiring Ellya's breasts and gentle smile upon her face. Accompanied by the calming crackling sound of the cheap candles that illuminate the room, Ellya sighs contently whilst awaiting the touch of Croon-Tail's hands.

Croon-Tail: Where would you like me to start?

Ellya Erdain: Hm, surprise me. Sooth me by your own discretion.

Croon-Tail: Very well, my love.

-He laughs.

Croon-Tail mischievously scoots further towards the foot-end of the bed where Ellya's legs rest. One perfectly horizontal, the other slightly askew. As Croon-Tail scoots, his hands that lay on Ellya's leg follow him, smoothly gliding over them in the trajectory of his direction. When he can't back up any further, his hand yet continues downward, on to her thigh, and then her foot. Playfully the other scaly hand joins the other and both of them form a gentle bond around her feminine sole.

Ellya's face fills with glee and amusement when his curious starting position becomes evident.

Croon-Tail: Content, my lady?

Ellya Erdain: Ever so.. You sure are a curious character, aren't you?

Croon-Tail: Surely a mischievous young woman whom likes to grope innocent bards would know such things, eh?

-He mentions jokingly.

Ellya Erdain: Fair point. Fair point, indeed.

Croon-Tail's skillful hands kneed her weathered feminine foot thoroughly, which invokes a genuine sense of calmth and serenity within the crummy room. After a sufficient time has passed, his hands gently place the foot back on the bed, and make their way onto her thigh. Once again they slide over her curvy legs, only this time in the opposite direction. Ellya feels herself become more aroused the further his hands move.

Croon-Tail reaches the mid section of her hip and squeezes it softly, once again massaging it thoroughly. Precise and controlled he teases his partner further into submission until he suddenly stops.

Ellya Erdain: ..Darling?

Without saying a word Croon-Tail gets on the bed and sits on it with his knees. Balancing on the soft surface of the bed, he leans forward, hovering over Ellya.

They lock eyes.

Ellya Erdain: Take me, darling.

-She says drunk with lust.

Croon-Tail: No.

-Ellya looks at the bard with disbelief and confusion.

Croon-Tail. By -my- discretion, remember?

-He kisses her on her forehead and lowers his head toward her ear.

Croon-Tail: Lay on your front, my lady.

-He whispers.

With the help of Croon-Tail Ellya flips on her stomach, curiously awaiting his plans. She leans on her arms, causing here torso and breasts to almost lift off the bed. Her erect nipples occasionally rub along the cotton sheets, yet enhancing her arousal and impatience.

Croon-Tail sits on his knees, hovering over Ellya to give him proper access to her intoxicating frame. Within moments her unspoken pleas are met when Croon-Tail touches her neck and shoulders, pressing his finger into her tense muscles. Croon-Tail takes due time, ensuring Ellya sinks deeper and deeper into a calm, serene state of sexual desire.

After a while his hands glide down, over her back, then over her sides. Slight pressure on the skin makes Ellya shiver when sensitive muscles are touched. Croon-Tail reaches his destination on the sides of her inviting posterior. He sits down on her legs and guides his hands onto the lower section of her buttocks.

Croon-Tail pauses to take in the moment, he does so with great admiration. This special position brings out the bard's naughty side yet more, and he squeezes the cheeks with his thumbs, which are located between her luscious cheeks. It causes them to ever so slightly spread. Croon-Tail scoots back a little and leans forward to smooch Ellya on her most southern cheek.

Ellya whimpers.

Croon-Tail: My fair lady, it's even more beautiful then I imagined. I am ever so grateful you insisted..

Ellya Erdain: Tease me no longer, you sweet reptile.

-Ellya suddenly pushes her backside upward, forcing Croon-Tail's member to become sandwiched between her cheeks.

Ellya Erdain: ..Please. Take me where I lay, darling. Your touches drive me to insanity.

Croon-Tail: Yes, my love. As you wish.

Croon-Tail swiftly readjusts himself sitting upright on his knees. He eagerly aides Ellya in elevating her hind quarters high enough for their tools of symphony to meet. Short moments pass while they both prepare themselves for the sweet music they are about to create.

Ellya's patients grows short, and assertively thrust backward, forcing Croon-Tail deep inside her. Upon this sudden shock Croon-Tail starts thrusting himself in and out his partner enthusiastically, as though he was a staggering piece of Dwemer machinery that merely needed a firm slap to function properly.

The built up tension removes the desire for subtle touches and tender teasing, rather it is replaced by a pure sense of lust. Croon-Tail's thrusts are strong and fast- each inward thrust is abruptly stopped when his body collides with Ellya's jiggling behind. His grasp firm on her sides to keep momentum fast and steady. Groans and frustrated moans escape both their lungs to the accord of their wild emotion.

Ellya Erdain: Keep going! Don't stop..

-She shouts.

Driven and lost in passion, Croon-Tail flips Ellya back on her back, and lifts her lower half into the air with his arm. He hunches over her and within seconds penetrates her once again and thrusts even faster. Ellya's breasts violently bounce horizontally. Her face filled with emotion, her mouth gaping unintentionally, from which increasingly louder whimpers and moans escape.

Ellya Erdain: ..Oh, by the nine!.. You're doing it! Keep going.. Keep go-

Before she is capable of finishing her sentence, Ellya erupts in pleasure. Her toes curl up and her hands form a tight hold on the bed sheets. Her body spasms violently as clear fluids rush out of her feminine orifice, squirting around Croon-Tail's member. Due to Croon-Tail's earlier orgasm he avidly continues thrusting deep inside Ellya, causing her orgasm to endure longer then it would otherwise. The visual sight is only matched by the sounds that rush out of her mouth.

Croon-Tail requires as much as a few minutes after Ellya's initial orgasm to reach his own climax, in which time the over stimulated Ellya endured several more sense numbing orgasms. He forces a few final staggered thrusts in before he also relieves himself explosively. Clung tightly to Ellya, his pulsating instrument generously distributes his seed inside her. Several pleasurable but conflicting emotions cause him to hold Ellya clutched tightly within his arms, riding out the waves of pleasure that dominate his body.

Sweaty and spent they lay stacked on the bed. Dominant heavy breathing overpowers all other sounds.

Ellya Erdain: You.. you were sensational, my love. Simply sensational.

Croon-Tail: My body merely responded to your intoxicating ways, my lady. I am but a simple bard, driven by the passion to mentally dwell within beautiful things.

-Ellya giggles.

Ellya Erdain: Dwell ''in'' beautiful things?..

Both of them smile, and peacefully relax on the bed.

Then a sudden sound breaks the peace and the door flings open with a loud creek. Shocked they stare at the open doorway, and the shape of a body that has fallen on to the floor. The shape is soon identified as a young unknown female Khajiit that had accidentally opened the door. Croon-Tail's strong nose notices a strong unique smell coming from the Khajiit that can only be identified as the one of a aroused cat. The young Khajiit appears to have been spying on them through the keyhole this entire time.

Croon-Tail: Were you.. spying on us?

-He asks calmly. The Khajiit doesn't say a thing and rushes onto her feet. She flees the room as abruptly as she entered it.

Ellya Erdain: Goodness.. Whom was that?

-She asks surprised.

Croon-Tail: I do not know. I don't recognize her. But regardless, my lady, I cannot risk word spreading across the inn. I must get back to the main hall, as to not rouse further suspicion.

Ellya Erdain: I understand, darling. Make haste, we will talk later.

Croon-Tail quickly undoes himself of any excess fluids and rushes into his clothes. Before passing through the door he glances back at Ellya lovingly, whom remains on the bed yet nude and tired. Then he heads out towards the main hall to once again assume the role of a innocent bard, and pretends this evening was just like any other boring evening not worthy of mention.

END OF ACT VI, SCENE II