Gulum-Ei’s Dealings
A fence. A thief. Nothing new. Good old.
Gulum-Ei’s Dealings
A fence. A thief. Nothing new. Good old.
With a sigh, Gulum-Ei kicked his feet off.
Usual seat. Usual meal. Usual schedule. In a way, the aging Argonian was satisfied that his entire life had followed that perfected routine he’d been so keen on developing from his early years as a dock worker to supervisor for the East Empire Company.
Those days, he barely had to break his back to earn his septims… And the surprises from his work were missives rather than sudden pulls from obsequious supervisors wanting to get in their superiors’ good grades. Him? He didn’t need to climb higher than that. He had his role, his place, his nest, he wouldn’t slip away from.
Not even as he glanced at the other patrons of the Winking Skeever. It wasn’t the fanciest inn within Solitude, but it was the one that had Gulum-Ei’s schedule fixed to a T, from the beer he drank to the bread he would take, sesame and not too roasted, passing by the venison that was always cooked with a hint of honey every Tuesday. He had a sweet-tooth, but excess was dangerous.
Plus… Corpulus was rather keen on glancing away whenever the Argonian had one visitor at the table. It wasn’t discretion as much as respect for the aging dock-worker who eagerly took a bite of his venison as he continued to exsweet toothamine.
Two Khajiits, merchants. The Breton bard. A few Nords. Two Orcs. And another Argonian. The surprise, the “unknown” if it was allowed to say as such… And if Gulum-Ei wasn’t aware of that one’s presence, identity, or purpose.
Still, feigning curiosity and ignorance, Gulum-Ei glanced at the leather clothes, tight to the body so it would be comfortable when sneaking around. The oiled texture indicated the gear was regularly taken care of, and the many straps were unused but had a purpose for throwing knives. No dagger under the vest or dangling from the belt… Smart, though there could be one inside the boot.
No flasks or vials… And when they moved, no dingling except for the purse. No little trinkets, too.
With that confirmed, Gulum-Ei nodded to himself and took another bite of venison after blowing on it three times, and then took one sip of the same acrid beer. Better than the well’s water.
“You can be such a bore,” said a voice. Two blue eyes, sharp teeth, greenish scales tending to the gray without the age to back it up.
“I can be amusing.”
“No, you don’t.”
No. Usually, his brother and sister commented on how dull he could be. But by dull, he was also predictable, sure, forgettable. A perfect role for a fence as he dropped the venison, still savoring the richn sweet-and-sour flavor before he looked up. Hands in the right pocket, he even pulled a handkerchief to wipe his scaled lips.
His interlocutor was another Argonian. Not one from the Blackblood Marauders or a distant lineage. In fact, his presence might have augured some difficult times a few months ago. Not anymore, as that Argonian was a friendly face with an even friendlier smile. In fact, it’d be insulting to imagine him as a danger anymore, as the leather-clad and lithe Argonian slipped into the alcove and… The air behind him seemed to blur like a mirage. Still, there was no warmth, no burn. Merely a wall of displaced air. Not a routine meeting, then.
“What will it be today?”
“What? No foreplay? No little discussions? Gulum-Ei… You used to be less trenchant with me.”
“I am used to what unites both of us,” nodded the older Argonian, passing a hand on his buttoned shirt. Then it dropped on the table… “But we can talk shop, if you prefer.”
“Sure. But I’d rather not sit, if it’s fine,” said the Thief, with an air of discomfort that only elicited a raised eyebrow.
“Do as you see fit. How is Riften’s weather?” asked Gulum-Ei. Though his words were closer to: How is the thief guild in Riften?
“Pretty good! We got a few clouds and tremors, but it was nothing. And in solitude? I heard the weather was clement. Is it right it’s the perfect time for ships to sail?”
Guards sniffed around, but we were not discovered. Is Solitude safe? Should we increase the trades?
“Not yet. With Vittoria’s death, most ships are staying at the quays. It is such a shame, even Jaree-Ra agrees it is such a loss for the empire.”
Not yet. Vittoria Vici’s death stirred the pot. Jaree-Ra can’t get anything to the docks, we are losing money.
“Ahhh… I understand. I mean, we are still mourning our loss. But what about enjoying what we have?”
We are losing gold over that affair. But what do you think about fu-
Gulum-Ei scoffed, taking a gulp of the beer and swallowing it down, silencing his coughing fit while eyed by the grinning and mischievous Thief. The Argonian’s blue eyes glimmered, and he leaned forward, passing a finger along the base of Gulum-Ei’s horns.
“What are you doing? They could see us,” whispered Gulum-Ei, glancing at the people behind the… Wall. Yet, nobody seemed to eye them? No one questioned their actions, the proximity, the promiscuous touch? No, they were as usual. Bard chanting, Khajiit mingling, Nords drinking. And there, on Gulum-Ei’s left, that mischievous Argonian.
“They cannot see us?”
“A little trick I learned,” confirmed the Thief, waving his fingers like they could produce sparks. They did not, but Gulum-Ei didn’t doubt they could as he frowned, grunted. Magic. This could be useful. But also concerning, since he never divulged that quality before. Maybe it could be used for a heist, but-
“I know what you’re thinking. You’re wondering how to use it, and why I never revealed it to you,” commented the Thief, slinking closer, slipping his arms around Gulum-Ei’s shoulders, embracing him from behind, with the fingers tying inside the clothes.
“You’re reading my mind.”
Gulum-Ei said that. But he had doubts. If he could have done so, that Thief might have used that talent during the heists or gotten the information out of him. If he could do this before.
“Pfhh,” chuckled the Argonian, untangling the strings holding the collar part together. All while blowing hot air against Gulum-Ei’s earholes, or teasing his body, brushing that scalie chest underneath the fabric. “I wish. But no. I am used to the suspicion. But for once, I thought it’d be nicer to do this here… Instead of your bedroom. Or near the docks.”
“The bedroom is perfectly adequate and discreet.”
“Yes. And so mundane. There is no difference, look.”
With that, the Thief pointed at the inn. At one moment, someone approached the alcove. But backed away, leaving the two together as the Argonian kissed Gulum-Ei’s neck.
“They only see us in an important and private discussion. At worst, they get the suggestion they shouldn’t intrude. But it doesn’t stop them from coming here, if they must. Isn’t that exciting?”
“Exciting is-”
“Something you detest… But what if I cut you a deal?”
“Hmm? Septims?”
A nod.
Yes. If there were some security, it could be done. Otherwise… Well, he could employ that money to ease a few relationships. At best, people would guess he was forced with a perverse mage. To everyone else, he was but the cold dockworker who respected a schedule to a T, with everyone involved unaware of what tied him to that perverted Thief.
Already, those hands were digging against Gulum-Ei's chest, teasing the pectorals, the abdominal waist, the groin, almost.
“Fine. What do you have?”
“A shipment of precious jewels. Agate, ruby, sapphire, of the utmost quality. I stole them from a rich noble crossing the frontier.”
“Hmmm. Interesting. Do you have an estimate?”
“At least… Twenty thousand septims? The cut is above our pay grade.”
A quick calculus ran through Gulum’s head, thinking about the value, how to fence it, where. It was a map of actions and consequences. He couldn’t sell it all and ship it through the boats, not as much. But he could store them. Especially with a favor. Store them, wait for the prices to climb, maybe grease a few hands.
“You only get sixty percent of the price. I take twenty percent more for this,” announced Gulum-Ei.
“As you wish. But I’ll need help to get them out.”
Gulum-Ei’s brows cocked as he felt the hand leave his clothes. However, the deed was done as the front of his pants was already damp. More than that, he had to spread his legs to accommodate the tent he had between his legs. But he endured… No, he even stroked the length through the fabric, giving in to that primal need he often discarded when at work. It wasn’t useful if he was caught with his pants down.
But desire… Desire is a terrible thing that twists the locution, the reflection, the reason. It hinders the thought, the soul, leaving bare the lust and primal appetites. Such as the hand gripping the erection, squeezing it, until the damp fabric couldn’t retain the fluid anymore… Until Gulum-Ei’s breathing quickened and his mind ran adrift.
He watched the Thief walking around, strutting on his toes while the hands went over the cowl, undoing it to reveal the feathers atop the head. Then, the scarf, the cloak… The vest, the shirt, the belt. The boots, the pants.
It was more of a sensual dance than a mere reveal. A dance in which Gulum-Ei reveled, observing with a lapidary’s eyes the beauty of the scales shimmering by the light from the sconce. The nose of a perfumer enthralled by the fine balm of lavender, oil, and a few flowers to hide one’s scent without excess. The ears of a musician, apt in listening to faintest of wheeze, whistle, whispers.
“Do you like this?” asked the Thief, carefully draping his chest with one arm, while the other was over his leathery underwear, the remaining modesty the Thief possessed.
“I do. Where are… Your jewels?” Gulum-Ei asked in return, curious about the Argonian’s possessions. His purse was empty, same as his pockets, except for the blade in the boots.
Therefore, it couldn’t be on the Thief.
“Stored warmly… Do you want to see where I stored them?”
Gulum-Ei nodded, still sitting and massaging his aching erection while watching the Thief set everything aside, pushing meal and mead until there was nothing on the table… But himself. On all fours, the tail raised, the hind legs bent and slightly dangling from the table. However, as he did this, the young Argonian tug on the twine holding the fabric together, snug around his generous “other Jewels”… And he pushed it aside, revealing instead his posterior.
The pucker, maybe tender and virgin long ago, was there fighting dearly to hold onto a presence, on a trinket, on a shimmering eye Gulum-Ei instantly recognized. One Diamond.
Such a priceless cut, such a bountiful material, such a size.
Yet, as it was, it adorned the Thief’s asshole as he looked over his shoulder, winking at Gulum-Ei. A mischievous attitude, befitting that Thief. He might be one of the best in the Thieves guild, far better than Mercer Frey and on the path to replace him, especially after that stroke of good luck. But it was impossible to tie him down, or be serious with him when… Well, he acted not so serious.
Gulum-Ei rolled his eyes, reaching out and plucking the jewel out of the Argonian’s asshole like a fruit, only to examine it. No dent, no split, nothing. It was almost as if that diamond had never left a velvet box. Gulum-Ei turned it, examined it… Then, carefully put it aside, intending to store it in one of the many purses he had.
“That’s… impressive. How many more do you have?”
“Can’t tell you. There are so many inside me. And no guards dared to “inspect” me…. Could you lend me a hand, or a fist?” asked the Thief, shaking his hips while his tail wagged, twirling.
Gulum-Ei glanced aside, beyond the illusion wall that separated them. Nothing had changed, no one new had entered the place. Only that one Nord was already rolling by the counter, drunk beyond measure.
“I’ll take ten more percent for the extraction,” said Gulum-Ei, approaching his hand to the Argonian’s posterior, finding the muscles flinching and the tail freezing but for a second. From so close, the musky aroma pierced through the oil and lavender veil.
“Deal… Maybe you can take five more percentage if you make me cum like a good bitch, Gulum-Ei.”
The Fence rolled his eyes, though his cock was too hard to say he wasn’t interested.
Routine, at least on a bi-monthly scale, involved fucking that Thief’s brains out. Doing this? It was unusual, but still within the margin for error. Anything outlandish would be dangerous… But here?
No. He needed more gold to compensate.
Gulum-Ei leaned forth, taking in the musky aroma sticking to the Argonian’s tight pucker as he pressed his muzzle against it, taking a whiff. Then another. And another. The entrance was again tight. How could he be looking almost virgin after all that time?
Maybe there was another secret that needed to be divulged and could be exploited.
However, the consideration was to vanish as the muzzle opened and a warm, wide, tongue came to lick the entrance. The flavor had a hint of salt and more minerals that the Fence couldn’t put his fingers on. He continued to lick, listening to the purring Thief beyond that, watching that tail twitch and hit, narrowly hitting him across the face until Gulum-Ei gripped it.
By then, the appendage held high, Gulum-Ei proceeded to lick… And find that in return to his lick, the orifice was wetter and more prepared than usual. Perhaps it was self-lubricating, too?
It seemed as such. It seemed to be tight like a virgin’s… However, a prodding touch and the entrance yawned and gaped.
No… A mere caress and the sphincter began to ease, and another jewel, a ruby, showed its ostentatious head. Clean cut again, though the sharp angles made Gulum-Ei question how the Thief kept it all inside without any wound. Or keeping himself clean.
Strange methods, strange secrets. Nevertheless, much like the diamond before, Gulum-Ei plucked the Ruby, though this time, he had to insert two fingers to retrieve the musky and lube-covered jewel. Again… No dent.
“Enjoying my jewel purse? It’s all yours,” commented the Thief.
“You are amazing and impossible to understand.”
“Why, thank you. … That’s a compliment, right?”
“As much as I can give one as I am about to insert my entire fist inside your asshole.”
“Hmm. Go on, talk dirtier. I love it.”
Gulum-Ei’s eyes continued to roll. But he wasn’t about to smack the golden goose or push it off the table. So, instead, he finished setting the ruby aside and returned to his inspection. To his licking. To his whiffs. His eyes closed and his lips opened to press on the entrance, to kiss it, to feel it pucker and tense, then relax… Then again, tense as his tongue prodded and advanced, sampling that fleshy flavor permeating the entrance and nothing more: clean. The Thief was fully clean; there was no doubt. So… With the eyelids half-closed, Gulum-Ei inserted two fingers inside and started to stretch them, like scissors. Then, a third, pushing with all three to open the orifice and expose how the soft walls were pristine, rosy… Oh, so tempting.
A fourth finger and, beyond, the Thief was purring like a Khajiit, the fingers and legs trembling while the front of his underwear was drippy and wet.
“Oh fuck… I missed that.”
“… That,” repeated Gulum-Ei, feigning ignorance and hiding doubts.
“Yes that… being fucked. Oh… yeah. Deeper with your fingers… The… Ahh… The sapphire lower… Right… There!”
Gulum-Ei shook his head but still reached for the sapphire, knowing it would touch, rub against the slutty Thief’s prostate. After all, that damn Argonian was a size-queen slut. Everyone with a semblance of masculinity and pull knew how easy it was to have him in their bed… And dangerous it was to leave his grubby hands unwatched. With another caress, Gulum-Ei dislodged the sapphire to slip it toward the outside, but not without squeezing the swollen spot that was the Thief’s prostate. And the slutty Argonian reacted as expected, purring, crying… And creaming his underwear.
“Ah… You have golden fingers, Gulum-Ei. But it’s… Only the beginning.”
Yes, it was. And as he pulled the sapphire out, knowing it was, once more, perfect. Gulum gave himself a moment to stroke himself while he checked the inn. Again, people were ignoring them, but a few commented on the smell, their noses up in the air. The bard continued to chant, the drunkard still rolled, but the Khajiits were moving around, talking to Corpulus about the aroma, asking if someone was fucking around or if they were in a brothel.
A bit more prodding and the respectable Imperial would kick them out.
“Taking a break? I’m not done yet,” commented the Thief, his luscious grin still etched on that face. Yes, he had such stamina, even after he came… And so, with a note of disrespect, Gulum-Ei grabbed the Thief’s nuts and squeezed them.
“Careful. Or you’ll have to explain why you angered me to your next “client”,” said Gulum, as a threat. However, the flinching was less from fear but more from excitement.
“My next client? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You are shameless. Who is this, this time? A guard? A soldier? One of the many merchants you angered?”
“You’d believe me if I said… Jaree?”
“Jaree-Ra?”
Gulum-Ei scoffed and shook his head. No, it was evident.
Jaree-Ra and that slutty Thief were so often together, it was no surprise. Neither the consideration that Thief could ‘handle’ Jaree’s appetites… A while ago, the two met on bad terms. Now? They were inseparable.
“Jaree-Ra is your next client.”
“Well, yes,” laughed the Thief, shaking his rump. “I told him we’d meet here later. But maybe I could have the brothers for me.”
“Ten percent.”
“Ten percent? Of the jewels?”
“Yes. You pay me and I stay.”
“Or I could drop the veil and everyone sees you’re fisting me deep.”
“I’m not.”
Silence. Gulum-Ei's hands were still on his groin, while he had another on the table, near the jewels. If the Thief so wanted, he could flee even with his pants down. He was… Fast, exceedingly so. Dangerous, too.
“Fine. Ten more percent. But you do more than watch while on the cuck chair.”
“The… Cuck chair?”
“You… Bah. I should bring you all south of the frontier. It’s way funnier, there,” chuckled the Thief… Though his chuckle turned into another moan when Gulum-Ei was back at breathing against his asshole and prodding it.
“You talk too much.”
It was true. That Argonian could talk too much. Always about dirty ideas and desires. Still, he spoke too much.
The Fence preferred discretion and the lack of words. Same as his routine. In comparison, that Thief was at the antipodes of his desires. But there was no way he could refuse him services, or refuse his presence.
There was an appeal in that slutty behavior, in those shaking hips, in that hole that seemed virgin each day. And even as the Fence was forced to plunge his hand deeper and deeper into the Argonian’s bowel, much to the Thief’s pleasure, he felt something. Amusement maybe? Distraction.
Distraction from the numbers and organization. Here, it was only a matter of minding the flesh walls with his claws, picking the gems without hitting them. Carefully touching and stroking that swollen prostate to keep that Thief silent and excited.
Then, just like a trove, and with some sputtering following, Gulum-Ei pulled another Jewel. Another Diamond. Then a Sapphire. Then a Ruby. Another Ruby. And-
“Oh… He’s… Here,” mumbled the Thief, his voice rough and sore. He was at his… third orgasm? More. The underwear was drenched, and white droplets landed on the puddle on the table. By then, the smell of sex had permeated the Inn…
When Gulum-Ei noticed Jaree-Ra, he saw his Brother with his nose up and a smile drawn on his face.
Could he see through the veil? It seemed not. But he would have been smiling the same, watching Gulum-Ei being almost elbow deep inside the slutty Thief.
And he was when the wall separating them rippled like a water surface being hit by a rock.
Jaree-ra’s expression shifted, turning from surprise to smile, to restrained laughter, to… Well, more than mere mirth as he approached, about to speak. But didn’t.
It ended as he crossed through the surface, welcomed by the warm and musky atmosphere as he stretched.
“By the Hist. I wondered who fucked in the Inn. But here… Who’s fucking now!” laughed Jaree-ra, stretching. Whereas Gulum-Ei was cold logic and lack of initiative, the light-pink-scaled Argonian was all boldness. His steps were secure, even though he strutted around town with nothing but a leather harness and a fur loincloth, even on the docks. His eyes were piercing, but more impressive were his crimson feathers atop his head. He was always a bad omen in affairs, and some of his little tricks with Deeja almost cost Gulum-Ei a fortune.
To say they hated one another was not the truth, it was complex. They were brothers, respected one another… But their meetings always had a tension, more so now since Gulum-Ei still had his arm down the Thief’s ass.
“Our mutual Friend thought it’d be smart to hide everything in his ass,” commented Gulum-Ei, glum while he reached inside that plump posterior. The inner walls so velvety and clean… And so heavy to squeeze, bringing a shiver to the Thief and maybe another orgasm before he plucked a jewel. Ruby. It must have been from a noble leaving the Imperial City.
“Yes, he did. Because he wanted to be a gaping horny ball when I’m here, is that right?” chuckled Jaree-Ra, grabbing the Thief’s chin to pick it up.
“Y-Yes… My hole is… Burning good, right now,” commented the Thief, almost out of breath. And definitely out of breath as Jaree-Ra’s lips locked with his, as their tongue tied and danced.
Gulum-Ei merely shook his head and plucked another ruby, definitely from the Imperial city, and set it aside… On the little mound of fluids-covered jewels.
“I am almost finished,” commented Gulum, watching the two going at it, acting lovey-dovey in his presence.
“Aw? So soon? You’re leaving us?” asked Jaree-Ra, with that hint of mockery he could do when they were only the three siblings.
“You… Don’t want… More jewels?” asked the Thief, piling on.
“Jewels? You’re getting all tight-lipped all of a sudden.”
“I… promised him a bigger cut. If… He stays with us.”
“And you’re almost running dry if you keep making deals.”
“What if it’s my… idea?”
“Aww.”
Gulum-Ei frowned but continued, his finger stroking another diamond that was settled so deep, his wrists were rubbing against the walls. Yet, the Thief seemed to be unbothered by the fact. Or rather, not feeling anything but pleasure and bliss.
How? Gulum-Ei doubted, but that guy was supple enough to slip through the smallest cracks. In return, his internal flexibility was expected. Still, the Fence frowned as he had his fingers by the diamond, narrowly… Pulling it out.
“So… Slut. You want the brothers for you two? You struck a deal with my Brother. But not with me. What’s my price?”
“My… Biggest jewels,” chuckled the Thief, heaving and huffing as the arm pulled back, and with it narrowly yanked the rim. However, the muscles relaxed enough before it went the other way and prolapsed. Rather, at this instant, the orifice looked just like a crater. And Gulum held the last jewel, before he cocked an eyebrow at the Thief.
“Your two biggest jewels?” asked Gulum-Ei, surprised… Before he tilted his head as Jaree-Ra laughed.
“Yes. His two jewels, he hasn’t shown them to you yet? Always kept in his underwear, right?”
It was… True. Everytime they fucked, the Thief made a point on keeping his underwear, even if it was cleaned. He said it was to keep a memory, or because he was shy. Or any excuse he could find that stopped Gulum-Ei’s line of questioning.
But no… He was surprised and curious now, especially as he wiped his hands with a handkerchief.
He watched Jaree-Ra’s smug attitude as he stripped, throwing shoes, harness, and skirt until he was naked. And erect. Which was an impressive erection for an Argonian. Albeit he was mainly longer, reaching 9 inches alone. On the other end, Gulum-Ei was shorter. Merely at 7 inches, but far wider.
They measured it, often. But Gulum-Ei’s erection continued to strain his pants as he rubbed the bulge, and watched the Thief go silent for a moment.
“Well? If you’ve never seen it, Brother. You should. It’s the cutest thing we have in Solitude.”
The Thief’s smug and mocking attitude seemed to shift. And now that Gulum-Ei noted, it was indeed evident that Thief always… Always hid himself. And so, as Gulum-Ei popped his erection free, pulling on his belt and dropping his genitals to expose his wide cock, stroking it. He had his hands going over the foreskin, tugging at the folds with his thumb while he had his hands on the table, narrowly touching the jewels and picking one out.
But he heard a sharp breath, and the sound of dropping clothes. Here it was… And here was the shame as Jaree-Ra snickered.
There was a reason why Jaree-Ra snickered. And as Gulum-Ei tilted his gaze, he saw the Argonian still on all fours on the table but facing him. And… The sight was impressive, from the demure attitude to the fit body. But the jewels, the prized jewels, were those enormous testicles, round like ripe oranges imported from the south. And a prick that couldn’t be longer than 3 inches. Maybe 4? But definitely around that ballpark figure, as the Fence examined it. Before he could see Jaree-Ra’s hands slipping between those legs to grab the testicles and lift them.
He rolled the testicles, while his smile grew and grew, akin to a devious predator. Which he was, in a way. In sex, like in affairs, Jaree-Ra could be a predator, a beast, an Argonian without much scruples. It was how the Thief and Jaree-Ra met, with Jaree-Ra almost attempting to kill the Thief, but didn’t. Such a meeting would have augured a tense relationship. But far from that, it seemed they were very fond of one another. And so… It made sense as Jaree-Ra’s claws danced on the scrotum, almost imprinting on the green scales while the Thief seemed to moan in delight, his little erect shaft spurting a few droplets.
“You’re… Planning to take his jewels?” asked Gulum-Ei, gulping his saliva.
“Well. I could give you one, I am not too selfish, like a Brother of mine.”
Gulum-Ei gulped.
Gone was his routine, his peace. In fact, gone would be his clean hands in a dirty business. So far, he had never… Inflicted any wounds on someone and kept himself to the simple role of a middleman. Middleman, middle crimes, middling affairs. Nothing as close as murders, or worse. Blood was something he distasted. And as he glanced at the claws almost digging in the soft scrotum, he was feeling… Sick?
He gulped again, dry-heaving.
“Jaree-Ra. You… Have the poison I asked you?”
“Hmm? Yeah. I was unsure you’d want it, but I have it. Why?” asked the rosy Argonian, his claws slipping away to grip the Thief’s shaft, rubbing it even if it was back to half-hard.
“Gulum-Ei would certainly prefer if we use it. I mean, he prefers when it is palatable.”
As the Thief said that, a touch of smugness appeared on his trait before he moaned and threw his head back as Jaree-Ra bit his neck.
“Hrmphh… Go harder,” said the Thief, his tongue lolling out as he was bitten again, the teeth sinking into the soft scales without producing any blood. But his expression was enraptured and more precum spurted from his cock.
All the while, Gulum-Ei grimaced. He still had his shaft in his hand… But he felt… Strange. Somehow disgusted at the display. Blood, wound, torture. It made him sick in the stomach as he continued to heave and imagine. He could… Slip away, he could take his due after he put his clothes on. But as he approached the fingers to the jewels.
“All of them.”
“All of them?” asked Jaree-Ra and Gulum-Ei.
“All of the jewels… if you stay and participate.”
Now… Now that was something else. Complete gain? It was no longer Gulum-Ei ethics against his lust. But his greed, envy, and pride were on the line, too. He gulped.
“No blood.”
“There will be no blood,” cooed the Thief.
“You might like it, too,” added Jaree-Ra, laughing as he released the Thief to fetch something from his skirt, one green vial he uncorked, sniffed, recorked, and-
“Not yet… I wanna have you both inside me while I take it,” said the Thief, taking it as an example by reaching for his ample posterior.
“Sure.” Commented Jaree-Ra.
One word, and the Thief was already going and squatting on the table, a mix of lube leaking from his obscenely gaping orifice. As he did this, his hands went on his posterior… And with four fingers, he started to tug, finger, and play with his orifice, releasing more dollops of thick lube while he watched both of them with his… Cocklet erect in between.
“Gulum? You want to participate?”
The Fence grimaced. If he participated, he would be tied in more ways than just business. But his cock was already hard, and he had already mingled with that Argonian. What… Else could he do?
Therefore, with a sigh, he undid his shirt and pants, dropping both on the side while he watched Jaree-Ra climb on the table, too.
The surface was wobbly, but not unstable. However, all three of them on it seemed dangerous.
Gulum-Ei bit his lips, climbed, too, and imitated his excited brother as he went on his knees, sitting with his shaft forward.
“Remember when we did that girl together, Gulum?”
“It was… A lifetime ago,” grunted the Fence, and grunting some more as Jaree-Ra grabbed his thighs to pull him closer. With the squatting Thief, they were almost forming a pile… A pile with the brothers’ shafts almost rubbing and touching, below the agape orifice.
“This time, I won’t take her from you.”
“It was not the problem, Jaree-Ra. The problem was your selfishness and lies.”
“Lies lies. Like you never told you fucked my favorite slut.”
“I didn-“
“Boys… Can we get on with it?”
The Thief’s words were the perfect cut, and Gulum-Ei appreciated them. He appreciated the instant of focus they brought as the Thief lowered his hips… And everyone was focused on the instant, on the cocks pointing at the entrance, at the gaping entrance winking at them.
Gulum-Ei inhaled, holding almost his breath as he felt his Brother’s heartbeat against his sensitive cocktip, against the exposed end. And he bit his lips, feeling the hole’s warmth barely a whisper away before… It ushered them in.
Jaree-Ra was the first, and his purrs were loud.
Then came Gulum-Ei, feeling how tight the organ was due to the twinned penetration. And it was… Great. Pleasant for the Fence as he felt the velvety inside, the moist passageway, the softest caresses on his flesh.
Gulum-Ei didn’t purr. But he groaned and pressed his face against the Argonian’s torso, breathing the aroma of lavender and oil still sticking to the scales while he sensed a weight pressed on his shoulders.
In this balancing act, Gulum-Ei and Jaree-Ra were the supports.
Supports that bore the entirety of the Thief’s weight as he lowered his hips further and further… As the moans from the Thief filled the alcove, followed by Gulum-Ei’s grunts and Jaree-Ra’s purrs.
Steadily, without any surprise, the shaft was slipping inside. Jaree-Ra at the forefront… But Gulum-Ei was entirely appreciating the pressure applied on his length, especially toward the base, which was extremely sensitive compared to others. He could ignore if a partner couldn’t suck him to the base, as long as a tongue worked.
He didn’t need a tongue at that moment. The Argonian’s rim was firmly clasped around his base, tugging on the flesh. It squeezed, massaged, through the tiny movements the Thief’s imprinted, shaking his hips left and then right.
And far from hating it, Gulum-Ei closed his eyes, moaning against the Thief’s chest before he heard his brother’s purrings, and looked at Jaree-Ra.
Jaree-Ra whose lips were already locked on the Thief’s nipples, one hand on the buttcheeks, the other on the shaft. All in a display of core strength the Fence didn’t have. Instead, he was forced to use one hand to steady himself.
“Fuck… Brother. You stretched this slut wide,” commented Jaree-Ra, excited as he nibbled on the nub, watching the Thief’s rotating his hips to tease them both. Gently, however.
“It- He had his jewels… Deep.”
“I know. He can store more than that inside,” chuckled Jaree-Ra, in return, going back to the Thief’s tiny prick he pinched between two fingers so he could stroke it.
It wasn’t a gentle masturbation. More like a mockery in which the Marauder happily held, pinched, pulled, and manhandled the tiny prick until it spurted with juices. And it did, with a regularity that was impressive to the Fence. He watched the Thief, potentially one of the most promising Argonian in Skyrim, bending over and moaning like a bitch while impaled by two shafts.
And rather than begging it to stop, that same Thief was starting to bounce his hips up and down, making his heavy testicles hit their hips.
“Hhh… Fuck. I’m… I’m gonna cum,” moaned the Thief, his voice high-pitched and heavy with desires.
“If you cum now, it won’t be as good,” cooed Jaree-Ra, suddenly releasing the shaft that was burning red, dripping with whiteish precum, and pointing upward.
“I- I need it!”
“Awhh… He needs to cum. Isn’t it cute, Gulum?”
“Isn’t it what we all want here?”
A chuckle.
Jaree-Ra chuckled, smacking the Thief’s posterior who yelped and moved faster and with more amplitude, his asshole suckling with more energy… Yet, never pulling more than half of Gulum-Ei’s length out. No…. That Thief was keeping those cocks inside, happily rumbling with their twin presences squeezing his internal walls, his swollen prostate.
“No. That slut wants more than that. You never told Gulum about the Trolls. Or the other Bandits, hmm?”
What trolls? What bandits?
“What do you mean?”
“That Thief is a slut. An excellent thief. But such a slut. And I have one of his favorite treats,” continued Jaree-Ra, reaching for the vial he had prepared. With one greasy thumb, he reopened it and presented the vial to the Thief’s lips, without pouring one single drop in that open, needy mouth.
“P-Please. Jaree-Ra. Do it. I cannot… I cannot wait?”
“Fa-vorite treat?” asked Gulum-ei, grimacing as he felt the tinge of pleasure and pain growing in his groin. Pushing it down, restraining himself from letting it go… that was hard. Extremely so.
But there was an urge, a need for the Fence to see and know. To witness as he glanced at the Thief’s outstretched his tongue to get the liquid, Jaree-Ra refused him. There were even a few bounces, but no release.
“P-Please! Give it to me! Let’s…. let’s do this!”
“Only if you bring a cup for me,” warned Jaree-Ra, pointing at one of the cups that had been pushed off the table.
“Cu-Cunt. I Have… Too much,” said the Thief. But with one index raised, Gulum-Ei saw a goblet fly above their heads before it landed by the Thief’s erection, by the Argonians’ thighs.
So… he could do more than mere illusions.
Gulum-Ei didn’t want to frown as he watched the Goblet settle perfectly, without a hint of a balancing act. Then returned to the Argonian opening his mouth, his tongue outstretched. Only… For Jaree-Ra to pour the liquid into his mouth.
The odor from the liquid was foul, far from being appetizing. It was sulfuric, with hints of acid, and many more unpleasant components. But the Argonian drank it with a smile, even licked his lips, and smacked them close. He smiled, and yet continued to bounce on it.
“What was it? That’s not skooma,” commented Gulum-Ei, still watching the thief act like he was riding a high.
“It’s not.”
“It’s… A poison from Morrowind. It’s… For some unruly slaves,” said the Thief, though his words were heavy and slurring. “Made for Argonians.”
A poison made for Argonians… Gulum-Ei frowned, though he saw no drops had been left. However, he made a mental note not to kiss the Thief in the future. Just to avoid contamination.
And like that, it seemed everything was back to the sensual pleasure. Jaree-Ra licking and biting the nipples, the Thief rolling his hips and pumping them up and down… Gulum-Ei restrained himself until Jaree-Ra came, unwilling to let his brother have the Thief all for himself.
The sounds of hips clapping against the thighs, of testicles smacking against the scales, filled the alcoves as the entire Inn was filled with comments about someone fucking or a foul scent.
It was so… It was to be so as the trio of Argonians continued to fuck, with their grunts going low, changing depending on the Thief’s current pace.
But… It changed.
It changed when the Thief’s voice suddenly heightened. His breath became a whistling, his tail smacked the table and floor. His eyelids closed. Even his asshole clenched harder on the cocks inside, while Jaree-Ra pinched and held the organ up.
“It’s happening?”
“Y-Yes! I- I feel it!” moaned the Thief, his scrotum tensing around the perfectly round testicles, making them snug while appearing taut. His voice was higher, so much higher, as his breathing accelerated, that torso lifting and dropping at a regular pace. Whatever was happening, it seemed intense as the entirety of the Argonian’s body seemed ready to jolt and bounce.
It was obvious something was amiss when the Thief’s expression began to crumble, as the eyes rolled, as the tongue lolled out of that mouth to drool all over that chest… And as those hips stopped, but that hole continued to clench and massage and squeeze.
“Soon… Hhh… Goo…. Good,” moaned the Thief, his voice low.
“Good bitch. Good bitch. Don’t hold it in. Let it go,” cooed Jaree-Ra, kissing those nipples once more and returning to stroking, pointing at the goblet with the Thief’s cock.
“Hah… It’ll happen. Free- So-Soon,” quivered the Argonian, so much he appeared sick.
Then, just like he said, it happened.
It happened as the scrotum suddenly relaxed, letting the testicles drop on the thighs and the table. The second after, the muscles pulled up with such an intensity, Gulum-Ei almost guessed those round nuts would go back inside.
But they didn’t; again, they were dropped, smacking on the table.
All the time, the Thief dry-heaved and started to cry, but the corner of his mouth was still twisted in a grin as he seemed to be… Climaxing. But climaxing without anything.
Climaxing as his hole’s grip was like steel and wouldn’t relinquish the two Argonians inside who moaned in return, dragged and almost pushed over the edge, Gulum-Ei first. They precum dripped all over, all inside the slutty Thief, as their breathings seemed to sync up.
Their tails even twirled the same way as the brothers were inching closer, savoring the brutal and intense pleasure their cocks felt, massaged by the spasmic muscles.
And then…
“YES!”
The Thief’s scrotum was still pulled up and down. The Thief’s nuts hit against the table… But as he cried, Gulum-Ei watched… that tiny cocklet throb and spurt one intense white jet. One that was extremely dense, almost like jelly, slime, or worse. He saw the almost solid matter spurt free from the cock, only to drop on the goblet, in the goblet, and all around it. The liquid’s smell was almost more intense, more profound, more than anything else. If Gulum-Ei had already ejaculated after hours of edging, it wouldn’t even approach the sheer volume and texture the Thief produced in that instant.
The aroma quickly filled the alcove’s atmosphere and beyond, permeating the whole Inn with everyone frowning at the rough Argonian musk.
However, with that single shot almost filling the goblet, it seemed… there was more.
The Thief’s hole still held and clenched, and massaged. All the while, Gulum-Ei trembled all the same as he felt the orgasm take over him, strangle him until he only had the option to let go. But as he felt it, as he sensed his cock release that so pleasant and satisfying flow, he noticed his brother moaned. No, had been moaning, too. Maybe he ejaculated when the Thief reached his orgasm and started to squeeze their cocks harder?
There was no telling. But Gulum-Ei’s half-open eyes were drifting from his Brother’s satisfied smile, the eyes closed, to the Thief.
To that lithe Argonian gargling and salivating all over himself, to that Thief whose body was so tense it looked like it’d snap if someone would yank on it. To that… Perverted Slut whose words had turned into a blabbering plea.
And as Gulum-Ei looked down, he noticed it.
He noticed how those testicles, those jewels, seemed to have shrunk. No… To have been squeezed out of their juices.
With each sudden pull from the scrotum, it was obvious the skin was tightened further than before; the orbs pulled upward with more strength. And each time, it was obvious the testicles were deformed from the hit, as if they were not organs but… bags. Bags that were emptied with each pull, with each squeeze, with each ejaculation that sent forth more of that extremely thick semen inside the goblet and on the table… And on the floor.
Gulum-Ei watched, feeling the pleasure still washing over him, a man cumming his balls out. He admired the tension in that scrotum, the throb from that cocklet as it spewed so much fluids it was surely a pain to have it all out pushed from that tiny peehole.
But Gulum-Ei could stop watching, amazed to see that Argonian having the biggest orgasm of his life as his scrotum was visibly shrinking, coming closer and closer to the groin until there was… Nothing.
Until all that was of the Argonian’s massive testicles, as big as oranges, was nothing… But a deflated scrotum, one Jaree-Ra gripped and pinched between his fingers, exposing how the flesh was loose now that there was nothing inside. He even pulled on it towards himself, showing how stretchy the “pouch” was.
“You were so full. How long since you kept them?” said Jaree-Ra, cooing and visibly already over his own orgasm.
“Three… Weeks? Maybe a… Month,” slurred the Thief, almost drunk on pleasure. His eyelids were barely capable of staying open. Worse, his tail and arms were limp… Enough that it was on Jaree-Ra to hold the Thief’s steady as the slutty Argonian looked down, looked down at the remnants of his manhood, of his tiny prick above the wrinkly scrotum, before he turned to Gulum-Ei.
“That was… Worth all the jewels.”
“Worth all the jewels?” asked Gulum-Ei, dubious. He glanced at Jaree-Ra, who chuckled, releasing the testicles and prick to reach for the Thief’s face, guiding him into a kiss.
“Wait! He could still have the poison!” shouted Gulum-Ei, trembling.
“Fat chance. He drank it all… And only a heavy dose can do this,” said Jaree-Ra, cutting through the kiss before returning to it, eager to savor and tease the Argonian’s lips, to play with the tongue.
Until… It was done. And through a harsh breath, the Thief turned to Gulum-Ei.
“There is… No danger. For you,” said the Thief, opening his mouth wide to expose the saliva coated inside. But almost no traces of the foul smell before.
And dubious, Gulum-Ei grimaced but approached, only to kiss the Argonian, to feel how lustful and hungry the Thief was, his tongue reaching deep into the Fence’s mouth.
It was… long. Good. Pleasant, though. A display of affection, Gulum-Ei appreciated. It was a far more passionate kiss now the Thief was riding the afterglow. And a strange part of Gulum-Ei told himself it felt better with the poison.
Was it why Jaree-Ra seemed so eager?
Finally, the lips parted… And Gulum-Ei sighed.
“Why?”
“Why… What?” asked the Thief, smiling, back to his smugness.
“Why did you take that poison? Isn’t it definitive?”
“Definitive? Ah! You’re adorable, Gulum-Ei. It is far from definitive. I could… Fix that in a day, at most,” laughed the Thief, with a certainty that made no doubt he could.
“Then… Why? Why have them if you’re-“
“Giving them away?” cut in Jaree-Ra, his fingers tending to reach the goblet filled with that thick semen, thicker than anyone’s. “Because that’s how our friend is. He craves pleasure and pain, isn’t that right?”
With that question, Jaree-Ra presented the goblet to the Thief, presenting the result of… His emasculation. The scent was thick, with a slightly acrid quality. But it was clear that was… What had been the Argonian’s testicles, converted into a pure cocktail with cum. Somehow. Gulum-Ei couldn’t deny feeling a knot in his stomach at the sight. But his cock still throbbed as he watched the Thief taking a long sip, followed by Jaree-Ra.
“It’s better than usual,” said the Thief.
“Saltier. Keeping them longer offers a better taste,” confirmed Jaree-Ra, offering the goblet to Gulum-Ei, who received it… Eyeing it down.
“You can refuse,” said the Thief.
But at that moment… With all he gained, with all he had done, inflicted… With everything he went through today, throwing away his routine, Gulum-Ei took a sip of the sweet-and-sour liquid. And somehow perfectly tasteful. Way better than the taste he expected, than cum. But less than firewine.
“It’s… Good,” commented the Fence, giving the Goblet back.
“It’s always good, Brother. And you’ve been missing it. I’ll let you have a sample next month.”
“Next month? Why… Not again? Tomorrow?” asked Gulum-Ei, licking his lips and going as far as collecting some of the paste with his index finger to lick it.
“Because you might stir some trouble if we’re doing it here again.”
With those words, the Thief pointed at the Inn… And how most of the onlookers were now sniffing or pinching their noses, incapable of ignoring the Argonian musk permeating everything. And with that, an Imperial was quickly walking in their direction.
“Oh… I might have to spin a new spell,” said the Thief, grinning.