Busty Argonian Brigand
Story by skiesofsilver on SoFurry
Brandon looked through the used book bin, not really expecting to find anything worthwhile.
“The Cyborg Sharks of Venus IX?" he said, reading the first title. “Scifi junk."
He tossed it away and picked up the next one.
“Bloodthirsty Bloodsucking Bats and the Baron?" he murmured. “What the…"
He dropped it and scooped up another. Did no one read good fiction anymore? He glanced down at the third book and a flush came over his face. The cover depicted a very well endowed Argonian lass clothed in thief armor that ultimately showed off more than it hid. He gulped and glanced around, but the little bookstore was empty save for him and its owner who was busy talking to someone on the phone. He looked back to the cover and felt some of his anxiety slip away as he admired the Argonian and her svelte form, her full, heavy breasts, and--he blinked and brought the cover closer to his face. Was she bottomless? She was! And one of those clawed hands held a dagger, its hilt pressed into her scaled slit. Well, that would explain the look of lust and ecstasy on her face. Brandon shivered and looked from her to the title.
“The Busty Argonian Brigand," he read. He eyed said breasts. “Busty indeed…"
He almost threw the book back in the bin, but something stayed his hand. He was intrigued. Intrigued and aroused, and the combination of both made him want to buy it. Was this book some sort of joke? Was it actually lewd inside? Were there passages upon passages of the busty, scaly heroine have some dirty fun? Apparently so, since the tagline read “includes three intriguing and amorous adventures!"
Brandon gulped and tucked the book under his arm. He made his way to the cash register and placed the book facedown on the counter. The store owner, still on the phone, scarcely paid attention as he rang the book up. Brandon slapped a fiver on the counter, took the book, and left as quickly as he could.
*
Brandon didn't read the book immediately upon arriving home. In fact, on the way there his shame at buying such a blatantly pornographic piece overpowered any curiosity he had, so that when he arrived at his small house he rushed inside and tucked the book away in his nightstand, out of sight and out of mind. He wasn't much of a night reader, so he figured he would forget about it soon even if he couldn't quite get the image of that leering lizard lady out of his mind.
*
Several months passed and yet still he sometimes thought of that busty brigand. What were her adventures? Did she actually do herself with her knife at some point? The questions pressed at his mind, but it wasn't until he had an abruptly long weekend, courtesy of power going out at his workplace on Thursday and Friday, that he was bored and horny enough to find out the answers.
Sitting up in his bed, the first thing he saw, of course, was his nightstand. Wondering just what might be in it and ready to clear anything unwanted out, he opened the drawer and was greeted by The Busty Argonian Brigand. She smiled at him as lustfully as ever, her dagger still pressed into her nethers and her round breasts on display. Brandon picked up the book and considered whether to read it or actually to get his messy apartment in order. He snorted. If he was thinking of house cleaning, then he must be bored. Surely he had better things to do like determine whether this book was worth keeping. Of course it wasn't, but why not give it a fair chance? He had to admit he was more than a bit aroused by the cover. Would the words within do just as well?
He opened the book to somewhere within its first third and began to read.
*
Akieva was tied to a tree, stripped naked, and without any idea of where she was--but she was in control. She smirked as the male Argonian approached her.
“Hey there, big boy," she hissed, her voice scratchy and sultry. “What are you going to do now?"
“I'm…" the Argonian was visibly nervous. “I'm supposed to stand here and watch you."
“Oh yeah?" Akieva replied, smiling lustfully. “No, you're not."
“I-I'm not?"
“No," Akieva said. “You're going to fuck me."
“W-What? But the boss said—“
“What the boss won't know won't hurt him," Akieva said. “And what we do? Well, it'll feel real good."
“You're...you're not going to escape?"
“Of course not!" Akieva laughed. “I got into this mess on purpose. I know your boss well. And I'd never run away from a good lay." She looked pointedly at his crotch and licked her muzzle. “They don't call me Spreads-Her-Legs for nothing."
*
Brandon glanced away from the book momentarily. This book was very lewd and headed in an even lewder direction. Was this really what he should be doing right now? Well, why not? It's not like he had anything better to do. House cleaning could wait, plus he liked the titular character's spunk. He was curious if she would hold true to her word.
As it turned out, she did. He read further to find the unnamed male Argonian did end up untying the lustful rogue. Instead of kicking him in the balls and making her escape, she embraced the tree she had been tied to, wiggled her rear, and lifted her tail. There were a lot of words about her breasts in particular and how they pressed into the tree, sending shivers down the lizard lady's spine. Brandon felt a growing tightness in his crotch. He closed his eyes and imagined her breasts. Large and full-like succulent melons according to the text-whatever that meant. Her tits hung heavily on her chest, firm and perky and ready to be groped by curious hands. His hands? He put the book down and reached out both mentally and physically. His hands tingled as dark purple-red spots appeared on them and he swore he could almost feel her tits. So soft despite being scaly and though they were large, they didn't feel that heavy on his chest and—
He paused and opened his eyes. His hands were on his chest. Why? The Argonian's breasts belonged on her chest, not his. Why then was he imagining himself with them? He shook his head and picked up the book, hands still prickling and aching and feeling a tad dry. He scratched them as dark purple-red scales spread across their surface, his nails starting to lengthen and extend. He looked back to the text and licked his lips. Akieva had presented herself to the nervous Argonian male and he hesitated much as Brandon did now. Should he read on? It was getting quite good and he was a bit pent up. Just a little more…
Soon the Argonian brigand had convinced the male Argonian to strip and so Brandon unzipped his pants. He stroked his stiff cock while he read about Akieva getting fucked, penetrated by the initially nervous then enthusiastically male Argonian. He shivered as he imagined him as that male Argonian, strong and tall and very virile, pressing in and penetrating Akieva's slick slit. He gripped his cock tighter, scaled, thinning and lengthening fingers curling around his stiff shaft before he began stroking in earnest. He closed his eyes and played the scene over and over in his mind, Akieva panting and hissing, breasts jiggling and tail wiggling as she was pounded again and again by that Argonian stud. He squirmed at that thought, pausing his stroking as he imagined that cock in her pussy, pushing further and further in. He tried to imagine himself as the one thrusting into her, but that felt off. Somehow it was easier to put himself in her position, pressed tightly against the tree, tail gripped and lifted in one of her lover's strong hands while he pounded her, pleasure and arousal building with every powerful thrust into her. A busty, lusty Argonian brigand except this time it was she who was being plundered and she was loving it—and so was Brandon. He panted, stroking faster and faster with an arm that was becoming increasingly scalier and slimmer. His other hand scratched at an odd itch on his face, a smattering of scales on one cheek that did little to distract him from his goal. Though it did register as odd to think of himself as the female in the pairing, it didn't really bother him now; after all, he was close, so close and—
Brandon shivered as he came. He hissed out his pleasure and felt his face go flush. Had he really thought of himself as her? She was hot, but—he shook his head. He had better things to focus on for now. Like cleaning up. Cleaning himself up especially. He needed a shower after that and perhaps some lotion to deal with the incessant itching on his face. He idly scratched at the spreading scales, tongue flicking out of his mouth in displeasure. It was thinner and darker now, and when it returned to his mouth its forked end licked over teeth that were sharpening.
Brandon huffed, glancing down at the book. It was still open and his eyes were drawn to the last passage of his current chapter. It seemed Akieva hadn't ended up as satisfied as him, for she was having the other Argonian tie her up even as she goaded him into a round two. Brandon shivered at the thought. Bound and restricted, forced to lift one's tail...it sent shivers down his spine while a nubby growth sprouted from its base. He'd have no choice but to bare his slick slit to anyone who wandered by and that was...alright? Yes, that was fine, just like the thought of a second round, though a little clean up was in order. Brandon grinned, face starting to stretch forward into a reptilian snout.
*
Sometime later, Brandon emerged from the shower. The second round had been more exhilarating than the first, even if it did have the odd effect of making him itch all over. He thought it had something to do with his skin, but as he stood naked and wet in the mirror now, he saw that much of his “skin" was covered by purple-red scales save for the white scales that ran down his neck, belly, and thighs as they normally did. He shrugged and grabbed a towel, clawed hands clenching it carefully so as not to tear it. He began to dry himself off, starting at his scaly feet.
Brandon went over every thickening toe, not noticing that his two little toes melded into his flatter foot while his toenails stretched out into talons. He started up his legs before wobbling uncertainly on his altered feet. Something seemed off about them and he looked down, frowning. His heels abruptly lifted, and he stumbled, catching himself on the sink and nearly hitting his nose on the mirror. His nose? He hissed and shook his head. He had nostrils, not a nose, and he confirmed the fact by looking at his face in the mirror. Yes, there it was, his proud proto-muzzle and the many sharp teeth that resided within it. It was a true snout, not like Akieva's, but he wasn't really an Argonian, was he? No, he was...well, it didn't really matter.
Brandon staggered over to his towel, each step a little easier than the last, especially as his tail thickened and stretched behind him. It helped him walk on the balls of his feet and Brandon wasn't sure what he'd do without his tail. He grabbed his towel and dried up his slender, longer legs quickly, though he gave particular attention to his thick thighs and his crotch. Something seemed off about both. He didn't remember his thighs being so soft and squishy, but more concerning was his manhood. Its fleshy appearance was out of place against his otherwise smoothly scaled crotch, but it also seemed shrunken and spent. He supposed he had just jacked off twice, but his penis looked pretty pathetic. This wouldn't do to woo a woman like Akieva!
He sighed as he dried his chest, his mind on the busty brigand, especially her breasts. He wondered what it would be like to have those breasts upon his chest. Heavy, no doubt but pleasing to the eye. If he had them, he could look down and admire his own breasts, and the valley between them that lead to a flat crotch. He shivered as his shaft shrank and his balls drew taut again his groin. It was an odd thought, to be an Argonian woman, but perhaps he was just admiring Akieva herself. She had spunk and spirit and she was so very lewd…
Brandon shivered again, his shrunken shaft hardening. He could get back to the book after some cleaning, he decided. Until then, he could think on her, that busty Argonian brigand. But first, he had to finish drying himself off.
He ran the towel through his hair. He hoped to dry it a little even as said hair began to fall from his head while twin horns poked through it. They grew pointed and protruded backwards, and he rubbed idly at them until he realized they were already dry. He promised himself to wash them off next time before he began to work at his ears, they seemed to take no time at all as they sunk into his increasingly scale-covered cranium, leaving only two barely discernible holes behind. Not that he needed such large ears—he was no elf! He chuckled, his laughter muffled harsh yet high by the towel as he rubbed it over his stretching snout. It was becoming broader and longer, though he did little more than blink at its presence as he removed the towel from his muzzle. It seemed more proper for there to be something ever present in his vision, a constant reptilian reminder.
Finally, he dried off his back, stretching slimmer shoulders before he came to his flat ass. It was of course wet from the shower, but his small tail strangely was not. He shrugged it off and threw the towel on its rack before leaving the restroom.
He paused as he entered the hallway between his restroom and his bedroom. As he closed the door behind him, something seemed off. He traced his claws over the walls. Had they always been wood that he could easily scratch? Hadn't there been, well, he wasn't sure but something like wallpaper? And had his claws always clicked against the stone floors when he walked? He frowned and walked towards his room, hips abruptly aching as they pulled apart wider and wider. He hissed, tail wiggling behind him as he rode the sensation out until he was left with a pair of childbearing hips that held a noticeable sway as he walked.
He made it to his room, though he paused at his door before opening it. It was thick and sturdy and appeared hand crafted. Inscribed upon its surface were sigils that should mean something to him, but their importance escaped his understanding. He looked back to his bathroom, a slight chuckle escaping his thin lips. Bathroom? He didn't have a bath. He was no opulent Imperial! It was a washroom and the door looked fine. He shook his head and entered his bedroom.
He paused in confusion when he stepped into his room. Again, something seemed out of place. Was his bed always so big and draped with furs. Was his mirror always so dusty and so bronze? And where was his, er, what did one call that device? It was very useful. No, not an abacus, a…
He shook his head and sighed. He was imagining things. Everything was in place. See? His nightstand was still by his bed and upon his bed was that book. He rushed over to it and sat on the bed before picking up the tome. It seemed thicker bound and the cover less detailed, but it was undeniably The Busty Argonian Brigand. He opened it halfway.
*
“So you're the boss now?" Akieva asked.
“Yes," Talen answered.
“It's still such a sorry group of bandits."
“And you're still as elusive and luscious as ever," Talen murmured, squeezing one of her ripe breasts.
“You can do better," Akieva hissed.
“Can I?" Talen snorted, the male Argonian leaning in to give the lusty lizardess a lick.
“Yes," Akieva growled, pressing her breasts into him. “Rougher."
“Oh, I thought we were talking about—“
“Forget about them," she said. “Think instead about getting that dick of yours between my legs."
“Heh," Talen chuckled. “Still as wild as ever, Spreads-Her-Legs."
“That I am, Thrusts-His-Cock." Her tail entwined his while she ran her hands over his broad, scaly chest. “Now come on, I'm yours."
“Yes," he said. “You're mine."
*
Brandon shivered as he read those words. That passage seemed so familiar, yet he swore he hadn't so much as read it as experienced it before. He read it again and it dredged up memories of what was to come next—wild messy sexy with the bandit king and...him? No, that couldn't be right, but as he glanced over the passage again, he felt a flush of heat in his nethers. He re-read the Argonians' conversation and recognized it now as foreplay that was working even on him. He grabbed his short, swollen shaft and began to stroke it while he read what came after that conversation.
What followed indeed was a wild sex scene, yet this one was different than the last. Akieva was the dominated more than the dominant, at the mercy of Talen as he pressed her roughly into the ground. She squealed as Brandon hissed his dissatisfaction. No matter what he did, he could barely get anywhere with himself, the pumping of his rod only frustrating his growing drive as his testicles tucked away. Still, he kept on trying and was met with unexpected yet pleasurable results as his shaft shrank and became much, much more sensitive simultaneously. He continued in his efforts, tail waving faster and faster behind him while it lengthened and intermittent ridges rose on it. In between his legs, his manhood shortened. Soon, he had barely anything to stroke, only a nub, and frustration arose, if only for a moment. In the next, two of his fingers sank into her newfound folds, her slit already wet and hot and ready.
She shrieked at the sensation, her arousal trickling down her thighs while her mind moved away from her own efforts and to imagining it was Talen's dick in her slit. Oh gods, she wished. If he was here now, she would be giving him the ride of his life. For now, however, she would just have to imagine that those fingers pressing deeper and deeper into her burrowing inner passage were his cock, that her claws pressed teasingly against her tough inner walls was the tip of his dick. She shivered, bucking her hips as she rubbed her even thicker thighs together. She sat back, digging in deeper while her rear plumped up softer and certainly more noticeable. She lifted one of her fingers and bumped it against her clit just as it set into place, the remnants of her shaft so much more sensitive than before. That slight touch was so good, her building arousal overwhelming the slight tickling sensation of the rest of her scales setting into place, but it wasn't enough. She was missing something somehow. She peered at the book and was able to barely catch sight of a passage about Talen squeezing her boobs right before her vision went fuzzy. Her pupils adjusted into reptilian slits while her irises turned a yellow-gold coloration. She blinked and could see clearly now, allowing her to read a rather lengthy paragraph about the titular character's breasts.
Of course!
Her breasts, her tits, her girls! Whatever she wanted to call them, she was neglecting them. A warmth suffused her chest as she brought her free hand up to squeeze at her softening pecs. She was confused at first when she clutched only at slight bumps, but then her breasts pressed out, protruding against her fingers. She hissed and nodded, tweaking one stiff nipple while she dropped her head to lick at the other. Afterwards, she managed to drive her fingers even further into herself. She gasped and felt her tits bounce for the first time, but that couldn't be right. No, she had always had a healthy chest, just like Akieva! They both had big, bouncy breasts that the guys loved playing with and she loved letting them play with. They were oh so sensitive, a characteristic she could feel now as she squeezed at one of her burgeoning breasts, the flesh soft and supple despite its scaled hide. She had sometimes wondered if she could orgasm from just feeling up her breasts alone, but she couldn't neglect her slit like that, now could she? Despite her two fingers shoved into her folds at the moment, it surely felt neglected now as if it were missing something like Talen's cock. No, that couldn't be right because she'd never had sex with Talen before. Had she? No, no, Akieva had and Akieva was--
Her?
No, no. She wasn't Akieva, some fictional Argonian slut. She was, er…
A name came to mind, but it didn't make sense. It was mundane and certainly not Argonian. A name befitting a Breton perhaps, but she was an Argonian, an increasingly busty one at that. She--
She was missing something still and it wasn't a name. She frowned and slowly withdrew her fingers from her slit, shivering as they emerged from her folds with a squelch. Gods she was horny and by the Hist did she need something. Still grasping a breast, she glanced around the room and frowned. It was so messy in here! What was she doing playing with herself when her bedroom was such a mess! She placed her hands on her hips and shook her head, her heavy breasts hanging free on her chest, their growth complete. She didn't need to add another mess to this place, at least not yet. Perhaps when Talen made it home…
She shivered at the thought as she slid off the bed, her thick, lengthy tail drooping behind her. She walked over to the bronze mirror and looked over herself. Though the image itself was hazy, what stared back was her; that is, a tall, lithe Argonian woman covered in a purple-red scaly hide and in possession of a nice pair of breasts and hips. She had a nice set of horns and a thick, long tail that draped over a rounded rear, but what her eyes kept coming back to were those breasts. They looked so familiar, though not because they were her boobs, her breasts, her tits, but because she had seen them somewhere else. She scratched at her snout and looked away to find her gaze had settled on the book on the bed. She picked it up and glanced at its cover. She laughed, for upon the cover was her, of course, the titular busty Argonian brigand. She, Akieva, was its lusty protagonist and she was truer than the fiction. She smiled as her claws traced over the picture, especially of the dagger pressing into her pussy. Ah, of course. That's what she had been missing. Out of impulse, she opened the book near the end.
*
“You're still the boss," she said, her snout pressing against Talen's strong muzzle.
“I know that," Talen replied. “I've always been the boss and you…" He smiled. “You've always been mine."
“Well," Akieva snorted. “Whenever you could catch me."
“Yes, yes," Talen admitted. “You've always been good at hiding, but…" His smile broadened. “You do have a habit of opening yourself up."
“Do I?"
“You do! Leaving yourself exposed, revealing your hideout." He shrugged. “In fact…" His fingers trailed against her slick slit. “I think I've found it now."
“By the Hist!" Akieva exclaimed. “Thrusts-His-Cock at my entrance! What do I do?"
“I'm not sure. Maybe…"
Talen drew in close.
“Spread your legs?"
*
Akieva shut the book and shuddered before placing it in the nightstand. Gods, just reading that had made her wet. Or really, even wetter. She could go for some Talen now. Or even some dagger. But...she had a job to do. She was still busty, yes, and certainly lusty, but no longer was she a brigand. The thought of work made her think of some strange building filled with finely clothed people, but she quickly shook that thought away. Her work was here at home, definitely not somewhere around...what had those been? Imperials? She sneered.
No, Talen had settled down and so had she. Much as she loathed Lifts-Her-Tail for upstaging her and almost every other Argonian as well in notoriety, she had to admit she was like the lusty Argonian maid more now than the version of herself that existed in The Busty Argonian Brigand. And, as a maid and house wife, she couldn't very well go around cleaning the house naked now, could she? She supposed she could, but Talen liked her in certain outfits. She had discovered long ago that what she didn't show was sometimes just as important as what she did.
Talen.
She shivered at the thought of him. He was tall and strong and darkly scaled—she couldn't wait for him to come home. When was he coming home? Didn't he have no work for the next several days after this one? Or was that her? She groaned and held her head. No, she worked and lived at home, sometimes doing unscrupulous things for a few septims, but she surely didn't work with Imperials as some distant part of her mind told her. She pressed that thought aside and walked to her closet. She opened it up and found herself looking at two familiar outfits. One was a maid outfit, frilly and soft and revealing in all the right places when worn right, though it lacked a bra. The other was her brigand outfit, or what remained. It had been modified over the years and now included little more than her hood, her belt, her bracers, a too short woolen shirt that the hood was attached to, a dull dagger and a silken pair of panties no doubt crafted by soft elven hands. Normally, Akieva would have worn the maid outfit, but something led her to choose her brigand outfit. Perhaps it had been reading the book or maybe it was merely nostalgia; whatever the case, there was a certain thrill to sliding those panties up her wide hips to snugly cover her slick sex and putting on that shirt and hood, her large breasts pressing tightly against its confines and her nipples clearly visible beneath the faded fabric. It didn't fit quite as well as before she had settled down but that was fine with her since it showed off more her chest than before. The belt fit well over her wide hips and the bracers were perfect for her toned arms. She momentarily considered adding the long skirt of her maid outfit to the mix, but she ultimately decided against it, knowing that the current outfit was just revealing enough to get her husband horny over his housewife. Finally, she moved the final piece of her brigand look. When she pulled the hood over her head, it felt like the first time wearing it all over again, as if she had never worn this outfit before. But that was ridiculous. She was Akieva, she was the Busty Argonian Brigand even if she was more of a busty Argonian housewife now. She certainly wasn't...well, human as a small part of her mind was telling her, Imperial, Breton, Nord, or otherwise. She was Akieva and she—
She was going to clean.
She was about to turn away from the closet when her dagger caught her eye. A lewd smile played across her snout as she picked it up, but no, not now. She could wait for Talen. She placed the dagger down and left her room. She tiptoed to her washroom and opened it. It looked a little different than she remembered, something telling her that the room should somehow be more mechanically inclined, but she mentally shushed it and grabbed her supplies. She set out about the rest of her house, marveling at how large it was now—no, always was. The riches of her and Talen's combined exploits had allowed them to afford something larger than most and that was fine with her. It meant that they had a kitchen and cupboards, a luxurious room that displayed the painting of some faceless Daedric lord along with a silver table, and even a hidden place in the back to stash some ill-gotten gains. Any thoughts that certain things were missed were dismissed since she had so much more now! No, she had had so much more for a while, and certainly nothing mechanical or magical.
She hummed happily as she cleaned, made sure sure she wouldn't need to visit the market, and put everything in order. Even the hidden stashes were organized by her delicate hand. She loved this. It was so calming to clean and keep the house in top shape. The thought of pleasing her husband, of being rewarded...oh she so hoped Talen would be home soon.
Finally, it was when she was polishing up the mirror that she heard a slight step behind her, her tail stiffening as a certain scent hit her nostrils. She glanced in the mirror and caught sight of a familiar face just before a strong hand caught that tail and she was forcefully thrown onto the bed, her back to her assailant and her bountiful breasts pressing pleasurably and painfully into the arrayed furs.
“Oh, by the Hist!" She cried. “I've been ambushed!"
“You're mine now, brigand," a deep voice like gravel spoke from behind her, one arm pressing her down while the other held her tail up.
“Brigand?" Akieva purred. “I'm a harmless housewife!"
“You don't dress like one."
“These rags are all I have!"
“This underwear seems fancy," the voice replied. “But I feel it's concealing something…"
Akieva shivered in delight as she felt her panties slowly stripped down, revealing her eager sex to her onlooker.
“Aha! The true treasure." She felt her captor's hot breath on her neck and he whispered his next words. “I would recognize that pussy anywhere. I knew it was you, Spreads-Her-Legs!"
Akieva shuddered as she felt something hard press against her slit. She turned her head over her shoulder and found herself face to face with a dark scaled Argonian whose blue eyes glimmered with mischief and lust.
“That touch told me everything," she snarled, then narrowed her eyes. “Thrusts-His-Cock."
He smiled and gave her face a loving lick, but said nothing else, only pressing more into her. She moaned.
“You've got me now," she said. “What are you going to do?"
“Oh, I don't know," Talen replied. “What are you going to do?"
Akieva knew of course. It was one of the things that came naturally to her.
“Spread my legs?"
“Good girl," Talen said with a nod. “This is going to get rough."
Her husband wasn't lying. He placed his hands on her plump rump, gave it a pleasurable squeeze, and then thrust into her, hard. Akieva shrieked, her arousal spiking. He was already so deep in her and yet his next thrust only brought him deeper.
“Gods," Talen breathed. “You're wet. You've been working yourself up all day, haven't you, girl?"
Akieva hissed. It was true and yet a doubt rose within her. Should it be this way? She on bottom, him on top? That was ridiculous. She was Talen's, and she always preferred to be the one below. Despite her bravado and her spunk, she desired to be dominated now and even...then? Where was then? Then as in the book? But even then she had been—
Her stream of thoughts were swept away by the greater physical sensation of him thrusting again into her while his hands now pulled on her horns. She groaned and felt those silly thoughts and doubts flit away, disappearing into the apparent nothingness they had been born in. Where else would they have come from? The thought that she was ever human, ever male, ever from somewhere else was pure fiction and not even worth being bound in a book. Her exploits as a bandit of goods both fanciful and carnal were. Which would she rather be?
Akieva, of course, the one loved and currently being loved.
Talen thrust again and Akieva found herself nearly lost in the pleasure. He was being rough and she loved it, even when he snarled and bit into her shoulder. Her swollen breasts were pressed hard into the bedding, the stimulation of her nipples on the rough fabric driving her further into the throes of carnal passion. He pulled her up from the bed via her horns, causing her to pant and squeal. His hands left her horns to sneak under her shirt to squeeze roughly at her breasts, her large tits spilling over his fingers.
“You thought you could hide those, eh?" Talen snarled. He tweaked her nipples tightly just as he thrust into her again, causing her tits to jiggle and bounce in his grip. She moaned and he liked the side of her snout. “I know your secrets, Spreads-Her-Legs. Every single one of them. You claim to be a harmless housewife." He squeezed again, eliciting another moan. “When I'm done with you, you will be."
All Akieva could do was hiss. She could barely even think. Talen was going rough and it was working almost too well. She was purely embroiled in the pleasure and the pain, the Argonian lass a writhing, moaning mess. Talen said more, but she could scarcely comprehend his words, especially when a particular potent thrust mixed with a rough squeeze sent her over the edge. She hissed out her pleasure, her lover joining her a moment later when she felt him shudder and squeeze her tits tight before his seed spilled into her womb. She cherished the sensation, the experience new and familiar simultaneously and the afterglow washing away any doubts with who she was and what she wanted.
The Argonians collapsed onto the bed, rolling apart so that they snuggled facing each other. He slowly pulled out while she squirmed.
“That was good, girl," he said. “Felt like…" he tilted his head. “Felt like the first time in a long time. Of course it's not but...Hey, where's your regular outfit."
“I was feeling nostalgic," Akieva hissed, rubbing her thighs together as she felt the excess of their lovemaking drip between them.
“It worked well, dear," Talen said, before chuckling. “Sorry for making a mess."
“It's alright," Akieva said sweetly. “I know how to clean up."
“Do you?"
“Of course," Akieva nodded, licking her lips. “But before I do…" A hand snaked down to stroke at his rising member. “I think there's a little more wet work to do."
“Oh?" Talen snorted. “Going to kill someone?"
“Just a dragon."
“Oh?" Talen sat up, and idly squeezed at one of Akieva's swollen tits. “So you're a dragonslayer now, are you?"
“I can be whatever you want me to be," Akieva hissed.
“Even a mother?"
“We can try." She clasped his hand and intertwined their tails. “I didn't know you were into eggs."
“I think you'd look good with them," he said, rubbing her stomach. “By the way, what's for supper?"
“Not eggs," Akeiva laughed. She flicked out her tongue and touched his nostrils, her eyes gleaming with lust. “Now, are we going to do this or not?"
“Heh," Talen smiled. “That's my girl. Now…" he hissed. “Why don't you spread your legs?"
Akieva was more than happy to do so.