Journal of The One-Eyed Dragon Entry 6
Author's Note : These Entries are in no particular order, the given numbers are merely the order in which they were posted. This story should not be read if you are under the age of consent. If you are easily offended, or bothered, do not read this as it is based off a game that is a Mature rating. There will be acts of violence, rape, criminal negligence, and other dark themes. I do not own Oblivion and make no money off of this. This is purely fanmade and for personal enjoyment, of which I decided to share with the community.
These are the tales of He-With-One-Eye. A Shadowscale Argonian born of the Black Marsh. Imprisoned falsely, thanks to a lying Khajiit. He-With-One-Eye is often called The One-Eyed Dragon, or the Scarred Dragon. It could be because of his brutal nature in battle and even cruller tendencies when it came to getting what he wanted, or the fact he had lost his right eye to some unknown, or rather: untold accident. He was forced into the Imperial Province, but by some fortune of luck, he escaped prison on the blood of the last Septim.
How Quaint.
Entry 6
I hated Khajiit. Lying, butt-licking, Moon sucking savages. They could not compare to the pride of the Saxhleel. But, work was work, was it not? I found myself among the edges of my Homeland. I was almost home you see as Leyawiin sat between my Black Marsh and the defiled land of Elsweyr, and not to my surprise the only reason the land was owned by the Imperials was due to the cowardice of the Mane Khajiit who sought to placate the greedy softskins with an offering of land, but little did they know was that Imperials were never satisfied with what they had. Even still I found myself in a situation hard to ignore. A Khajiit had asked me to retrieve a ring that was stolen from her by a brother, but I was sure she had stolen it first. I only agreed because, well, I have not tasted Khajiit in a while and this proved an easy way to earn their trust. After a great deal of running around it seemed that the ring was no longer in Amusei's possession, in fact Amusei was captured trying to sell the ring back to it owner. That did not surprise me in the least the Khajiit claiming something belonged to them when they stole it. At least have the dignity and pride to say you stole it, damn cat. But that was not what intrigued me. It was the fact that the ring was taken back by Alessia Caro, the Count's wife.
She was the Argonian hating whore that was sucking Marius Caro's dick for her role as wife. Ah this is good, yes?
I make it my purpose to sneak into the castle. I was easily allowed on the ground being that I was a Knight of the White Stallion with my precious Sir Mazoga, ehehe. Yes they did not bat an eye as I chatted up Marius and stayed for long hours, socializing. Though I had no forked tongue like some snake, my dick forked plenty to drive me to pay back the Countess for her more than kind words. The evening soon fell and I found my way through the inner workings of the castle. I came across a rather disgusting habit the Countess fancied. Corpses of tortured remains of both my kind, the moon cats and the dark elfs. Though they rightly deserved such fates for being weak, I had to repay my brothers for falling to the hands of such a skillful woman. Using the information I obtained from the rebels about town I soon made it into the bedroom using the secret passages. They were likely originally made to help escape in times of danger, but the little miss was using them for much sinister plots of play.
I entered the room to find the two sound asleep and completely unaware. The guards were no match for one who walked in the shadow of Sithis.
I made my way over to Marius and shook him awake, making sure my hand was over his mouth. He was startled and asked why I was here. Oh he would not call a guard, Marius and I are far too close for that you see. I told him I wanted to see him, but also had a bit of bad news that I would rather ease into him. He feared his whore of a wife would wake, but his complaints were silenced as my hand moved to caress his covered dick. It still amused me that softskins carried their cocks outside and that they were so soft and floppy. The Count's hips began to move as I felt his dick harden in my scaled hand. My other hand would come up to rest beside his head and I would mount his bed carefully so that I straddled his hips. Removing my belts I would adjust the leathers I wore so that I could pull down my pants and reveal my nub. My dick was barely peeking out of my slit and by Marius' stares I knew he was excited. I was his favorite part. Slowly crawling along his body my crotch was soon pressed against his face. His hot, wet tongue brushed over the hardening head of my cock. I felt my balls already hardening inside my slit as they had been left quite a while without being emptied properly.
I began to hump the air, my claws digging into the wood of his headboard. I felt his hands come to rest on my thighs as I fucked his face. I hissed out his name, feeling my cock grow in his mouth, spilling from my slowly swelling slit. The moisture from inside my slit helped my cock crawl out without sticking against the muscles. Soon I felt my balls tighten and I filled Marius' mouth. It was reason why I had not killed the Imperial yet: he sucked great and did so with little prompting. After I pulled back I informed him of the reasons to my visit. I let him swallow my cum before leaning back against his legs while me moved his hand down to start masturbating, his hardening dick bumping into my still solid one. He looked to me pleadingly, not wanting to be ignorant of the news I offered. He swore he was a good leader and would take it in the ass to prove it. No need to go there, yet. Maybe later. I informed him that his wife was a torturer, killing the people he was supposed to be protecting. As a child of the Marsh and a Shadow of Sithis I had no choice but to punish her. He frowned, not once ceasing his actions. His hand continued to stroke the length of his wrinkly dick, the aging Imperial not once losing is lust as time passed him. I smirked arched up toward his dick.
His action became more furious, his dick turning a tinge of pink at how rough he rubbed the dry cock. His pre barely dripped and did not allow enough lubrication, but the fucker was quite the masochist. He moaned out softly as I moved his stimulated dick toward my slit.
I hissed out when his hot cum spilled against my slit and dick. I told him I was going to rape his wife in front of him, make her a message. I said this as I rubbed his cum into my slit. I could see Marius shiver. He nodded. There was no way he could deny the seduction of Sithis and the Divine Punishment of the Night Mother. I pulled a small vile from my satchel. It was a vial of Paralysis Potion, something I learned to make in my spare time. I took a handkerchief from Marius, who offered it to me to wipe clean, but I would fuck her like this. The finest humiliation. I poured the liquid onto the rag and pressed it to the woman's face. She panicked, of course, but the potion was quick to work and soon her body could not move, but her mind was still conscious....
Pulling her skirt up I would force away her underwear. With my cock still hard and covered in her husband's cum I would spread her legs forcefully. Oh her pussy looked very tight. I was sure she hardly let the old man touch her, which is why he sought my company eagerly. I did not hesitate any further and rammed my twitching dick into her pussy. The size was not to match as I could feel her insides forced apart by my intrusion. It felt so good to have these walls around my dick, but because she was paralyzed her walls did not tighten so it was easy to force myself deeper and deeper until I managed to pierce her cervix with my rock hard dick. Marius wasted no time in choking his dick with his free hand. Seeing his wife fucked by his lover probably stimulated his untouched libido. I watched as his finger slipped into his ass and he just watched as I pushed in and out of his wife.
I looked down at Alessia and grinned.
"This is what happens when you kill Argonians, we are a vengeful people."
I could see her body begin to twitch. The potion was wearing off. I hastened my pace until I was pistoning into the depths of her pussy. I felt my balls clenching within my body until finally I spilled my seed inside of the Countess. I heard Marius moan out and glanced over when his hips jerked up as his cum all but shot into the air, splattering against me and the Countess. At this I could only groan and cum again, pumping the last few bits of our mixed seed into her body. I would have my way with her a few more times, making sure to keep her completely paralyzed while Marius was allowed to pop his nuts all over us.
It would only be until the very next day that I learn Alessia was reported to be attacked by an Argonian, oddly matching my description, but who would suspect Marius' White Stallion and close friend? After all he insisted that I was with him the night it happened....