Characters

Zaerek (pronounced "Zay-rek") - argonian male, 25, forest-green scales, gold-orange eyes, curved black horns, blue head-feathers, light-blue tongue. Player character. Wears black arch-mage's robes with hood, off-white footwraps, carries a small satchel of potions. Adept destruction mage also trained in alteration and restoration.

Aran-Ei (pronounced "Ah-ron Eye") - argonian male, 19, pale-green scales, lime-green eyes, curved horns with red head-feathers. Wears a blue shirt with black vest, brown pants, off-white footwraps. Keeps an iron dagger hidden inside his shirt. Both characters wear speedo-like underwear made of brown leather.

Glossary

Jel - native language of argonians

Saxhleel - Jel word for argonians

Xuth - Jel swear word

Argonians sometimes refer to themselves in the plural (we/us).

Chapter I

One afternoon, after a long day of adventuring in Skyrim, I walked into the Winking Skeever, the best tavern in Solitude (It was the only one). I hung my bag on a chair, took a seat and was greeted by an unfamiliar voice. "Greetings, sir. Is there anything I can get you? A drink, perhaps?" It belonged to another male argonian with pale-green scales, dressed in simple clothing. Returning a friendly smile, I responded, "Uh, coffee ...and a sweet roll, please." "Right away, sir", he responded and walked away. As he did, I took notice of his fine form, average height, and toned figure, which was only helped by his form-fitting pants. I did encounter other Saxhleel, even here in Skyrim to my surprise, but he was definitely a new face.

Minutes later, he returned with a small plate of steaming goods. "Here you are, sir." He placed them on my table but before he could walk away, I interjected. "Excuse me, but I haven't seen you around before. Are you new here?" He leaned in closer. "Yes, sir. In fact, it's my first day here. The name's Aran-Ei. I just moved here from Riften." I nodded. "Well, you're doing a fine job." He smiled at that, then I added, "Oh, and my name's Zaerek".

He bowed slightly, a sign of manners. "Well, Zaerek, let us know if there's anything else you would like." I mumbled softly to myself, "I'd like to have a date with y-uh, er..." I caught myself. "I mean, um... N-nothing else right now, thank you." He blushed slightly, trying to hide a giggle under his breath. He clearly inferred the rest of my sentence. He stood and examined me for a moment, then responded. "Well... I get off work at 9, but I'll still be here." He placed a hand on my shoulder and I quickly perked up, chuckling to myself. "Well, maybe I'll see you then." "Mmm, maybe you will~", he responded slyly, "-but I should really get back to work before boss notices. Well, let me know if you need anything."

I lingered for a while, nursing my warm, soothing drink and nibbling on the sweet roll, which had clearly just come out of the oven, as it was almost too hot to eat. Occasionally, my gaze would meet with Aran-Ei and we'd exchange a knowing grin or a wink, but he was too busy to stop and converse. But as the evening went on, the customers became fewer and a few minutes before 9, he strolled over and pulled up a chair at my table. "I wasn't sure you'd stick around", he said, "You're not exactly the first to ask me on a date." "I'm sorry to hear that. Well, it's their loss." He smiled bashfully.

"So, what brings you to Solitude?" I inquired. He contemplated the question for a moment before replying. "Well... I've lived in Riften most of my life, but, uh... circumstances changed and I left looking for work. I just... sort of ended up here." "Hey, I've lived here for a while. Since you're new in town, maybe I could show you around sometime?" He looked somewhat anxious. "That sounds nice, as long as we stay away from the castle or the palace." I grinned slyly and spoke softly. "Trouble with the law, eh?" He grasped his hands. "Oh, no, nothing like that!" I placed a hand on his, responding "Well, no worries either way. Let's just say I have a less-than-savory past myself, buuut... that's another story." He seemed to relax a bit.

"To tell the truth," he continued in a hush, "I used to be... a thief. But used to doesn't make a difference to the people I stole from. Things got pretty bad around Riften and that's why I left." "But what about the thieves' guild?" I asked. "Heh. I made the mistake of not joining them, turned them down a few times. I don't want to have to answer to anyone but myself. Or share the goods." "Well, I can't blame you for that. But I guess that's why they couldn't - or wouldn't - protect you." He nodded and continued. "But here I am rambling on about myself when I know nothing about you... nothing but your name."

So I told him of my brief time in Skyrim. "I guess it must have been a few weeks ago. I awoke in Helgen as a prisoner bound for execution, and with no memory of my life before. I was just about to feel the executioner's axe when a great, black dragon came out of the sky and attacked. I managed to escape in the ensuing chaos with the help of a fellow prisoner. Ever since, I've been adventuring around Skyrim, doing freelance work and acquiring treasure." He sat transfixed, with chin-on-hand. "Gods, your life sounds like something out of an adventure novel."

I chuckled. "Well, it hasn't come without hard work, but I've been quite fortunate as well. ....Actually, you mentioned the Blue Palace? Long story short, I did some favors for the queen and... I think I'm a thane now." His jaw dropped and I continued. "So if you ever get in trouble here, I might be able to help." He was momentarily speechless. "I... I don't know what to say. We have only just met." "Well, think nothing of it. You seem like a pretty nice guy and I like to take care of my friends." He placed a hand on mine. "Well, I appreciate it, Zaerek."

We heard another voice calling out. "Closing time, last call for spirits!" It was the tavern owner, Corpulus Vinius. "Oh, my!", Aran-Ei exclaimed, "It must be getting late." "Aww," I protested, "but we were having such a nice conversation." He looked around and considered. "Well... How about we continue at the bards' college? It's not far." I nodded. "Sure. Why not?" We got up and Aran-Ei called to Corpulus, "Be back shortly, boss!"

We took a short stroll to the bards' college and sat on a bench in the courtyard. "You must be working pretty late tonight, huh?", I asked. He looked puzzled, so I added, "I mean, you told your boss you'd be back and it's already kind of late..." "Oh. Uh... Well, I guess there's no point in hiding it. I don't have a place of my own yet. Boss is letting me sleep in his tavern for now, in exchange for lower pay." He looked ashamed, and tried to deflect. "Hey, what about you?" "Actually, I live right around the corner." I gestured toward Proudspire manor. "You don't mean... that big stone mansion?" I nodded. He seemed a bit taken aback and shook his head. "There's so much I don't know about you, it seems." "Well, what do you want to know?" I asked innocently.

He gave me a once-over and continued, "Well... you said you're an adventurer, but I haven't noticed any weaponry on you. Are you perhaps a sorcerer?" I nodded and produced a floating ball of flame from my palm, erupting in a "FWOOSH". He twitched. "I didn't mean to startle you." "N-no, it's alright. It is such a strange thing to us." He cautiously brought a hand close to it. "The warmth is nice." Again, I mumbled to myself. "It'd be a lot warmer in-HMMRFF HNG!" I pretended to clear my throat. "Excuse me." He didn't seem to notice that time.

...

He looked away, melancholy. "Can't imagine why someone as interesting as yourself would waste his time with a lowly barman such as myself." I wrapped an arm around his waist. "Hey, maybe I just really like you." "Don't know what there is to like..." "Well, you seem friendly, honest, observant, funny... not to mention you're quite handsome." He blushed. "Well, as much as I've enjoyed this, it must be getting late, and I have work tomorrow..." "Say no more," I interjected, "but before I forget, I forgot to tip you earlier." Reaching into my satchel, I produced a pouch of 40 coins and placed it in his hand. "...Are you sure about this, sir? It feels... kind of heavy." "Of course. You earned it. And please, just call me Zaerek." He bowed deeply. "Well, Zaerek... I hope to see you again soon." I took his free hand and kissed it, causing him to blush, bright red surfacing on his face and neck. "You can bet on it."

Chapter II

The next day, I revisited the tavern near closing time. Aran-Ei instantly spotted me and waved cheerfully before disappearing into another room. He re-emerged with a coffee and sweet roll in tow and set the plate down on my table, adding "This one's on me, sir-uh, I mean... Zaerek. It's the least I can do to thank you for last night. It means a lot to have a good friend in this new place." "More than just a friend, I hope.", I added, winking. He giggled in response. "Give me just a few minutes and I'll be right with you."

By the time I had finished my meal, he returned and sat, greeting me with a nervous smile. "Hey... You said you might want to be more than friends?" I nodded. "Well, I hope I'm not being too forward, but... how about another date? I'm free now." He looked away nervously, but I placed an encouraging hand on his shoulder. "Sounds great. In fact, I know just the place."

We left Solitude and took a short walk down to the sawmill, where we sat by the riverside. "This is lovely", Aran said, taking in a deep breath of the cool night air. "You know, I never get to stop and enjoy the outdoors like this, especially at night. I just wouldn't feel safe. But with you..." He squeezed my hand. "Got a big, strong argonian mage to protect you?" I flexed my arm jokingly, which got a giggle out of him. We spent much of that night exchanging stories, of our past adventures as thieves, run-ins with the law and random escapades in Skyrim.

As it got late, I could feel a chill in the air and noticed Aran-Ei starting to shiver. Fortunately, there was still an old campfire nearby. I got up and Aran watched as I gathered some dry brush and sticks from nearby and tossed them on an old fire pit. Rubbing my hands together first, I cupped them over the debris and sprayed a steady burst of flames, quickly igniting it as if by torch. Aran cheered, "Hey, that's a neat trick!" With our chilly problem solved, I leaned back on the soft riverbank to stare up at the starry night sky.

Aran-Ei curled up close against me, resting his head on my chest and I sighed, feeling a warm, tingling sensation in my chest. I idly stroked his horns and ran my fingers through his head-feathers. "Mmm," he mewled, "Better be careful, Zaerek. Keep this up and I might just fall for you." I wrapped an arm around him, pressing myself against him even more. "Well, maybe I'd like that."

...

"Ah, shit," he began, "it must be getting really late." He gestured at the moon, sinking in the sky as tinges of orange peeked over the opposite horizon. "It will be dawn soon. I guess we can't be caught just sleeping out here when the miller comes in the morning," he sighed, "...as much as I'd love to, believe me." "No worries." I propped myself up on my elbows. "Here, I'll walk you back." I kicked some dirt onto the fire and we headed back.

We walked back to Solitude, trying to ignore any disapproving stares. Lizards had it hard enough in Skyrim, but for some reason, romance among us was particularly unsavory to the warmbloods. When we reached the tavern door, Aran turned to me with a warm smile. "Hey, I really enjoyed tonight," he said softly, "and I'm getting off early tomorr- ...Well, I guess it's today now. But maybe I'll see you around 5?" "Mmm, I'm sure you will." We stood there just gazing into each other's eyes and found our muzzles drawing closer. I gave him a brief, loving kiss on his soft, emerald lips, to which he visibly swooned, clutching his chest. "See you later, Aran," I added and walked away, leaving him speechless.

Chapter III

I returned the next day before closing and ordered cooked potatoes. His behavior around me was even more obvious this time and occasionally, I could hear murmurs around me, gossip about gay lizards in the woods, which I found amusing. When closing time arrived, he sat across from me and placed a hand on mine. "How about another date, handsome?" "Of course. Where would you like to go?" "Well, I'm still pretty unfamiliar with the city. Anywhere you want to go is fine with me." I pretended to ponder the question. "Hmm... want to come back to my place?" He grinned bashfully. "Forward, aren't we?" But I reassured him, "Don't worry, I won't try any funny stuff."

We arrived at Proudspire shortly thereafter. Once we were inside, he stopped in the entryway and gazed around in amazement. "My... what a lovely home you have. Hey!" Something caught his attention and he hurried off to my kitchen. When I caught up, he was giggling giddily. "I hope you wouldn't think of me as a maid or a housewife, but..." He took a deep breath. "I've been told I'm a decent cook. Would it be alright if.. if...?" I nodded. "I'd be honored. And hey, maybe I'd like to think of you as a maid, especially with the outfit." He chuckled. "You flatter me, sir! I am but a simple-" We busted out laughing.

I sat and played lute as he cooked, enjoying the ever-strengthening blend of aromas. When he called to me, the table was set. I took a strong sample of the smells with my tongue. "Mmm, everything smells great!", and he replied, "I may not be a royal cook, but I know my way around a kitchen." He had prepared a banquet of cooked beef, potatoes and vegetables, steaming them together in one large pot. We chatted between bites and it was a delicious meal, satisfying to the soul.

When my plate was empty, he inquired, "Can I get you anything else, sir?" "No, thank you, I couldn't possibly eat more. But my compliments to the chef. I can't imagine why they don't have you in the kitchen at the tavern." He giggled. "You flatter me, Zaerek." "Perhaps," I replied, "but I tell the truth." I insisted on helping him clean up and when we finished, I had an idea. "Hey! Wait here just a moment." When I welcomed him back into the lounging room, his reaction was a mix of bemusement and flattery.

I had prepared a bottle of mixed fruit juice and some glasses, and lit a stick of fragrant, cinnamon-y incense. "Heh. I hope I'm not being too cliche here." Then I saw tears welling up in his eyes. "Oh, shit. Did I do something wrong?" I asked. "N-no, Zaerek. I hate to embarrass myself like this. It's just that... I have read romance novels, fantasized about such things... but I never imagined someone would me treat me in such a way... as a mate." I gave him a friendly hug. "Well, maybe it's about time."

We spent the hours exchanging more stories, terrible jokes and even began delving more into our more personal details. He sighed, gazing at me wistfully. "You know", he began, "for some reason, I feel like I can trust you. Like you understand me. I want... um... Zaerek?" "Hmm?" I inquired, but nothing further needed to be said. Our muzzles drew closer, as if magnetically attracted. We paused only a moment before locking lips, kissing in passionate desperation, and wrestled with each other's tongues. I gave his lip a playful nibble to which he gasped.

Grabbing the shoulders of my robes, he pulled himself against me and began to kiss and lick my neck, making me groan with pleasure. Sneaking his hands inside my robes, he caressed all over my body and suddenly, he felt my raging erection. "Well, someone's excited! Should... s-should we take this even further?" I felt my heart pounding out of my chest and breathed heavily. "Only if you're ready," I responded, "I don't want to rush you." "Oh, I'm certain." He nuzzled my neck. "I want you, Zaerek."

Chapter IV

Taking his hand, I led him upstairs to my bedroom. We stood together and undressed, unwrapping each other like presents. With our clothes in piles at our feet, I explored his fine body with my hands, caressing his firm abs and soft groin. We prodded each other with our stiff members, to which he gasped. I began massaging his, feeling it for the first time. I wanted so badly to taste him.

Slinking down to his crotch, I brought my muzzle to it and felt its aura of warmth near my mouth. I gave it a tender kiss on the tip, to which he shivered. I teased his swollen head with my scaly lips, nursing it shyly, sometimes prodding it with my tongue. Gradually, I took his member in my mouth, suckled and massaged it with my tongue. Eventually, I had the whole meaty, pulsating tube in my mouth, licking and sucking on it like a hard Nordic sweet.

After working it for a few minutes, I had settled into a steady rhythm, loving the sensation of his warm rod, throbbing with need against my tongue. I found a particular pattern that made his legs twitch, which amused me, so of course I continued to make him do so. Soon, I felt a warm spurt of liquid in my throat as he let out a deep, satisfied growl, his body stiffening before falling limp. The taste was somewhat salty and bore an almost fishy aroma. Nonetheless, I continued to suckle, milking every last drop out of his slippery meat. "D-don't you want to-", he interjected as I finished swallowing and looked up at him, "-spit it out? ...Well, never mind then." He blushed deeply and I grinned slyly.

I released his cock from my maw and gave its head one last loving lick, making his legs twitch again. He collapsed back on my bed exhausted and patted beside himself. I eagerly crawled into bed beside him, wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled myself tight against him. I twined my fingers around his and kissed his hand. "Mmm", I mewled, "you have lovely scales." I brushed my cheek against them and he let out a soft hiss of contentment.

"You know", he sighed, "I never dreamed I would find a mate. I grew up in Black Marsh, but I was always just... different. Never have been much of a warrior, or a hunter... and the females always seemed interested in me, but... I wasn't, so you can imagine how well that went over." "Not at all?" I added. "Not at all. So I never imagined I would be treated this way. Never imagined I'd find a... is it alright if I call you my... mate?" I nodded. "Never imagined I'd find a mate as fine as you. So kind, and strong... and handsome." I pushed myself up and gave him a tender kiss, ending with a playful lick of his nose.

"Aran", I pleaded as I caressed his chest, "Would you possibly care for another round?" He nodded, pulling my head closer. "Whatever you want, my love. We are yours completely." I kissed his lips passionately, mouthed over his pearly fangs, stroked them with my fingers and twitched. Such powerful, carnivorous teeth were sexy to me, though I didn't know why. He kissed, licked and sucked on my neck, and I gasped when I felt him nip me playfully, as young argonians might do when scuffling.

Then I had a strange new idea. Putting myself completely at his mercy, putting my very life into his hands, was a strangely arousing idea. So I bared my neck to him and pressed it into his jaws. At first, he was confused, but he caught on quickly. "Bite me, please~" I begged. He must have felt unsure, but slowly and surely, he closed his powerful jaws around my throat and I felt sharp little pangs emerge. I gripped his body with desperation, arching my back, squirming, gasping and moaning with a newfound pleasure. He gnawed on my neck like a dog's bone, even dug his claws into my scales, scraped them across my back creating thin stripes of sanguine, making my whole body tremble with excitement. He squeezed my buttocks greedily, spanked me, threatened to enter my hole with his long, slender fingers.

At that point, I was rock-hard, and pressed my groin against him to prove it. He got the message and reacting swiftly, he broke his bite on me and motioned for me to turn around and I complied, resting on my elbows and spreading apart my own cheeks. He could have made me do just about anything at that point. "You want it bad, don't you?" He teased. I gasped as I felt a warm, wet tongue against my tight tail hole. He gave it a good, thorough lashing, working his strong tongue to swirl around and probe my sensitive flesh with vigor as his claw-tipped fingers eagerly groped and squeezed my ass like he was kneading dough. I could feel my heart pounding out of my chest which I clutched reflexively. I could even feel his breath hot on my rump, clearly heavy as was mine. I could also feel my own body practically aching to be fucked. "Oh, Aran~," I whimpered, "I want you inside me."

That was all the instruction he needed. I felt the warm head of his cock, already moist with precum, press against my hole. He rocked his hips slightly, trying to ease it in. I fondled my own throbbing cock as I took him gradually, inch by inch until he was fully hilted inside of me. I let out a broken, gasping moan. At first, he seemed worried about hurting me, but it helped when I pushed back against him. I grinded against his ample cock and we soon got into a synchronous rhythm. "Mmm", I moaned, "this feels amazing. Go as rough as you want, handsome." In response, he thrusted harder and gave my rump a nice smack, which made me twitch.

I could feel him building up pressure, arched my back and bucked against him. As I tightened my muscles around his cock, he tightened his grip on my ass and soon, I felt a warm flow of his thick, gooey liquid enter my insides as he let out a guttural, carnivorous growl and dug his claws into my buttocks, drawing a little blood this time. Letting a series of loud, desperate moans, I thrust against his pelvis, wanting all of his load, feeling my own climax closer with each motion. With a final twitch, I ejaculated onto the sheets in a few bursts of shiny, white fluid as I let out a series of gasping moans and buried my face into the sheets, biting hard into them like prey. He grinded his hips against me for a moment, just enjoying the sensation of being inside my ass.

He slowly withdrew his slippery length from me, and I felt a stream of his seed ooze out onto the sheets. He crawled up beside me to lay on his back and I pulled myself against him once more, sliding over our sticky mess on the sheets, resting my head on his strong chest. (I'd worry about the mess later.) He scratched through my head-feathers gently as I nuzzled into his neck. "Hmm, that was great, Zaerek", he mewled. I squeezed him tight. "Couldn't agree more." For who knows how long, we just lay there peacefully in embrace.

But as much as I wanted to just fall asleep with him right then, I knew that we'd left behind a mess. After I got up, he noticed drops of blood on me, a result of his rough play. "Gods!" he exclaimed, "Are you hurt? I didn't mean to go so far..." "Hey, hey...", I reassured him sleepily, "I asked for it. No worries." I began tracing over my wounds with restoration magic which fused the wounds together with waves of tingling heat, leaving behind only faint scars which would disappear naturally. Aran-Ei, who was watching with fascination, sighed in relief. "Oh, thank the gods." "Hey, I know it's weird," I reassured him, "But I'm not a vampire or anything. I just... I just enjoy this kind of stuff. Maybe it's a remnant of our reptilian ancestors?" I shrugged, "Besides, as long as there's no permanent injury, what's the harm? I just hope... I hope you don't think I'm a freak." He smiled at me encouragingly, "Perhaps you are," he nudged me playfully, "but perhaps I am as well ...I must admit that was quite enjoyable."

After the cleaning was done, we crawled back into bed. "Hey..." I began, "Do... do you like the tavern?" He look at me quizzically. "Hm? The Winking Skeever? Yeah. The pay's not great, but I do love meeting people and the staff are nice. I'm grateful that my boss lets me sleep there, small as it is." "Well... I don't want you to feel like we're rushing into things, but... well, you're more than welcome to live here with me." He gasped. "You... Do you really mean that?" I nodded and touched his cheek. "Why not? After all, I... I..." I looked away, too scared to finish. "What is it?" he inquired innocently. "I... I think I love you." He smiled warmly, and answered, "I love you as well, Zaerek," and planted a tender kiss on my lips, and I added, "a-and it's not just the sex making me say that." We both laughed heartily. I grabbed the bed covers and pulled them on top of us, then pulled myself tight against him and sighed, completely content. I began stroking his body idly and it wasn't long before I drifted off to sleep, wrapped snugly in his embrace.

I awoke the next sunrise as he stroked my face. "Good morning, love." "Mmm, fancy seeing you here," I teased before giving him a soft kiss. "Hey," he inquired, "would you permit me to serve you breakfast?" "...How could I turn down that offer?", I replied, "You've been an excellent cook so far." "So far?", he nudged me, "What's that supposed to mean?" We chuckled.

We had a lovely breakfast consisting of boiled creme treats, warm sweet rolls and hot coffee. Over the meal, we discussed what to do next. "Well," I began, "I'm what you'd call a... 'freelance adventurer'. You know, fighting bandits, clearing out caves, taking mercenary jobs, that sort of thing. But my schedule is pretty flexible. What about you?" "Well..." he opined, "I still have a job at the Winking Skeever-... Oh, Xuth! I never came back there last night!" "About that," I reminded him, "My offer is still open, and you know I'd love to share this house with you." He kissed my nose. "Of course, my sweet. I'd like that very much. It will be our own little nest. But I suppose I should tell my boss I'm moving out." "Speaking of which," I interjected, "Why don't you bring him some of our leftovers from breakfast? Then he'll know firsthand what a great cook you are." He pondered it for a moment, and giggled. "Perhaps you're right. I think I will."

We said our farewells and before I left, he gave me an impassioned kiss, ending in a deep hiss of satisfaction. "I'm so glad we found each other." I responded, "Couldn't agree more. Oh, and I'll swing by the tavern later." He beamed, "Then I'll prepare your usual, sir!"

Chapter V

A few weeks later, my adventures brought me to Riften, a town in Southern Skyrim far away from Solitude. Fortunately, Aran-Ei was able to accompany me, and even secured a temporary job at the Bee and Barb, a local tavern. When my first day of adventuring was done, I visited the place and was surprised to find two fellow Saxhleel working there: Keerava, the owner, and Talen-Jei, a barman. He asked me to collect three flawless amethysts for a wedding band. As fortune would have it, that didn't take long, but more importantly, delivering them put the idea of marriage on my mind. Soon, I had three more jewels and even bought a golden ring from Madesi, another Saxhleel friend, and commissioned him to assemble a wedding band for us.

It was a moist summer evening when I proposed to Aran-Ei. We were sitting on the dock, staring at the lake when I made my move. I was very anxious and tried my best to hide it. "Hey, Aran-Ei..." "Hmm?" I swallowed nervously. "Look, I know we haven't known each over for very long, but.. Well, you know I love you. Gods, I'm crazy about you. You're smart and funny, kind and gentle, but strong when you need to be... and, uh... well..." He placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder and I continued. "Now I can't imagine life without you." I pulled the ring from inside my robes, "It would be an honor and a privilege to share my life with you, if you would have me." He smiled as tears welled up in his eyes. "Oh, Zaerek... of course." We kissed lovingly, swapping saliva and generating steam in the cool night air.

When we were finished, I dropped the final surprise. "Hey. Did you know there's a chapel here? We can have the ceremony, uh... tomorrow morning, th-that is if you want." He squeezed me tight. "Oh, Zaer, I'd like that very much." "Oh, but it's getting awfully cold out here. Perhaps we should find somewhere warm for the night."

We entered the Bee and Barb and approached the counter. Keerava was her usual self, skipping all niceties and getting straight to business. We had just booked a room when Talen recognized me and came over. "Welcome, egg-brothers! And Zaerek, thank you again for helping to complete my wedding band. Keerava accepted and we are to be married soon." I beamed, "Aww! I'm so happy for the both of you! And, er... speaking of marriage, my own is in the immediate future with this one." I squeezed Aran-Ei around the waist. "What wonderful news!" exclaimed Talen, "This calls for a celebration! Keerava, a round of drinks on the house!" So we spent that summer evening sharing food, drinks, swapping stories, telling unsavory jokes, the whole package.

But the hours grew late and eventually, Aran and I retired upstairs to our snug little room. I quietly shut the door and eagerly we embraced, using our arms and mouths. I unbuttoned his vest, his shirt and caressed his shapely body, his taught pecs and firm stomach. We unwrapped each other impatiently, fumbling with buttons and buckles, but soon, our clothes were piled on the floor and we stood together naked, and pressed our bodies together, smooth scales sliding against each other, with our rigid members fencing. Greedily, we wrestled with each other's reptilian tongues, moist with saliva and fresh with the scent of arousal. Trailing my hands down to his fine, soft rump, I groped and smacked it with vigor. I pressed our fencing rods together, and massaged them as well, getting my fingers wet with precum.

Breaking our kiss, I stuck a few clawed fingers in his mouth which he sucked on, licked and wrapped his tongue around, instantly making me rock-hard. I pulled them out and immediately slipped them into his tailhole with ease, to which he gasped. "Mmm, gods..." he moaned, "I want you now, babe". He guided me to the bed, turned around, dropped to his knees and leaned on the mattress, and spread apart his cheeks, revealing his deep pink tailhole, still moist with his own saliva. I fell to my knees and gave it a few good strong licks, making him squirm and moan from the intensity, grasping the sheets in desperation.

I felt a stream of pre trailing from my needy lizardhood and licked my own finger for a moment, then rubbed it all over my cock, mixing the fluids and getting it nice and moist. I could wait no longer. Grasping my throbbing member, I pressed its fleshy head against his entrance and began gradually pushing my way in further and up into his sphincter, which contracted and sucked me in deeper as Aran-Ei worked his hips, pushing eagerly against me. I grabbed his thick tail, pushed his legs apart and forced myself in deeper.

I must have hit the right spot because he suddenly jerked, moaning and my cock was now completely engulfed inside of him. I leaned over him and caressed his side tenderly, giving the back of his neck a tender kiss, to which he shivered. "Hey, could I... could I bite you?" I pleaded. He nodded, "Yes, please do. Be as rough as you want." I began slowly thrusting inside him, feeling his tight, fleshy rings contracting around my throbbing, hot member as I began licking and kissing his body lustfully. At first I nibbled on his muscular, scaly neck as I caressed his fine musculature with the other hand, then I sunk my teeth into him, causing him to twitch. "Hey," he interrupted, "I'm going to fight back, but don't stop." It seemed we were on the same wavelength.

He began squirming and struggling beneath me, attempting to break free from my grasp, so I had to grasp him tighter, force his legs apart and thrust inside him quicker, more forcefully. I caressed and grasped his body greedily, clawing and scratching him in places, losing all inhibitions as my passions overcame me. I reached back and fondled his fine ass cheeks, spread them apart just to force my cock in deeper. Again, I sank my sharp fangs into his neck and began suckling from it, tasting his thick blood, feeling the pulse of his heart.

I squeezed him tight against me in a death-grip as I drank from and fucked him, which caused him to moan loudly and go weak in my arms. I gave a few last forceful probes into his tight ass to his pleading whimpers, and finally shot my load inside him as I let out a lustful snarl, pumping thick, white ropes of seed inside him. Then he grabbed my large hand and placed it on his cock, where I obliged to finish massaging and stroking his pulsating cock, which quickly found release as he spasmed with broken moans, and arched his back against me, flexing his anal muscles, wanting every last drop from me.

I felt his warm, gooey liquid ooze down my hand and stroked his cock, gathering as much as I could.I greedily licked it from my fingers. I slowly pulled out of his ass and he collapsed back onto the bed, exhausted. I crawled against him and held him close, pressing our sticky, muscular bodies together. I nuzzled and kissed his neck, enjoying the familiar tingly flutterings in my chest, basking in the afterglow of it all. I noticed bite marks on his neck. Indeed, both of us bore the marks of each other's passion in scratches and minor wounds. But we'd worry about that later.

Aran stroked my cheek and smiled sweetly. "That was... the best I've ever had." I grinned, blushing, "Yeah, it was... alright." "Ha, Xuth to you!~" he sneered and punched my shoulder, to which I chuckled. "No, but really... I agree, that was great. I'm so glad to have found someone who's into my ...unique tastes." I stroked his face idly, running my clawed fingers gently over his scales, his horns and head-feathers. I took his hand and brushed it against my cheek, rugged and bony. He pulled the sheets around us, we wrapped our tails together and fell asleep in each other's arms, like we were wrapped tightly in a dragon's wings.

Chapter VI

We held our wedding ceremony at the crack of dawn and it was attended only by a few friends (Talen, Keerava and Madesi), just the way we wanted. We approached the podium and Maramal, the head priest, began. "Ah, here's the proud groom now. Let's begin the ceremony. It was Mara that first gave birth to all of creation and pledged to watch over us as her children. It is from her love of us that we first learned to love one another. It is from this love that we learn that a life lived alone is no life at all. We gather here today, under Mara's loving gaze, to bear witness to the union of two souls in eternal companionship. May they journey forth together in this life and the next, in prosperity and poverty, and in joy and hardship. Do you agree to be bound together, in love, now and forever?" Aran-Ei grasped my hands, smiled at me warmly and replied, "I do. Now and forever." The same question was asked of me and I responded in kind.

Maramal continued, "Under the authority of Mara, the Divine of Love, I declare this couple to be wed. I present to the two of you with these rings, blessed by Mara's divine grace. May they protect each of you in your new life together." Taking the rings from Maramal, I equipped my simple gold band with ease. Then I took Aran's hand, relatively soft against mine, and slid the jeweled ring around his finger. I finished the gesture by clasping our hands together, and pulled him into a tender kiss. There was a chorus of clapping and aww-ing and I could almost swear I heard Keerava fighting back sobs, though she would never admit it. The guests arose and began to mingle amongst themselves, but we just stood there for a moment, locked in embrace. "Oh, Zaer," he sighed, "we have never been happier."

We lingered only briefly to greet our guests, but I could tell we were both eager for... alone time. We said our fond goodbyes and strolled hand-in-hand to the Bee and Barb, where we took our usual room. Instantaneously, we found our lips and bodies pressed against each other with renewed intensity. Easily, I slipped between his teeth, wrestled with and sucked on his strong, moist tongue. I licked his pointed fangs, caressed their fine points with my fingertips. I stroked his throat with my claws, gave his lip a playful bite. I grasped the back of his head, caressing and scratching, further pushing our muzzles together, as if trying to physically merge us into one being.

With desperate need, I grasped his clothing, holding him against me. I groped all over his fine body, wanting, needing to possess it. I abused his clothing, fumbling with his buttons and laces. Eventually, I just resigned and began ripping off his clothing in shreds and he responded with excited, muffled moans.

With us both disrobed, we fell carelessly onto the bed and began passionately wrestling with each other's naked forms, two sets of scales sliding together. Thus began a dedicated session of physical worship, as we caressed and tasted each other, leaving no area unexplored. Gradually, I worked down his torso to his groin and teased his soft, fine scales there. Suddenly, Aran shuddered and I heard a whimper. I halted and asked if there was something wrong. "Oh, Zaer~" he begged, biting his lip, "I need you. Right now." I felt the same way, judging from my throbbing member, aching with need, already moist with our mingled precum.

Kneeling before him, I grasped his meaty thighs and lifted his body just enough to position my veiny spear. But first, I rested my rose-colored lizardhood against his own and grinded them together, so incredibly warm and I could even feel his pulse through our sliding members. He whimpered again, "Please, my love, no more teasing~" He had scarcely finished the phrase when I slid my meat back across his, down to his tailhole and prodded it with the tip, to which he gasped.

Guiding it with my fingers, I began gradually pushing it up and inside his warm, tight passage and soon found myself hilted as our bare pelvic scales met. I circled my hips as much as I could, savoring the sensations of his moist,contracting muscles. I leaned down over him, pressed our muzzles together and stared deeply into his lime-colored eyes. "You want it, do you?" I teased. Whimpering again, he begged, "Oh, you tease.~ I want you... to take me hard. Break in your..." he grinned bashfully, "your new bride." I chuckled softly, adding "and such a pretty young bride you are."

Then he emitted a broken moan as I started thrusting deliberately inside of him, getting familiar with every inch, making sure he would adjust. I slipped a few fingers between his lips, over his fangs and he began sucking them, groaning with need. I held his thigh steady with one hand, attempting to thrust by solely using my stomach muscles. We fell into a nice rhythm and I buried my muzzle into his neck, licking it like the true delicacy it was.

"Zaer~" he pleaded, but I already knew what he wanted. Giving his neck a quick kiss, I then buried my fangs into it, and chewed on his scaly flesh just enough to draw blood. He spasmed, letting out a loud, gasping moan of pleasure. He squeezed his legs tightly around my waist and in response, I fucked him with more force and speed. He grasped my back with desperate passion, digging in his claws and I could soon feel beads of my own blood trailing down.

I drank his savory blood like a fine ale, sucking it from the wound, massaging it through his neck, and could even feel his strong pulse. He kept expressing intense pleasure in the form of broken gasps and moans, thrashing about and stretching in the strangest ways but I held him fast. I could feel his breathing growing heavier, he tightened his anal muscles and bucked his hips repeatedly. The intensity was too much. I gave a few full, forceful thrusts, felt my member swell up and began pumping Aran full of seed as we squeezed each other dangerously tight, barely able to express our moans and growls of pleasure.

After several spurts, I began to slow down and noticed tears trailing down Aran's cheeks, but clearly not from distress. "Oh, don't stop~" he mewled, and grabbed one of my horns, using it to pull his maw against my neck. Panting with excitement, I pressed my throat between his teeth. At first, he ran his teeth along my throat like a carnivore playing with his prey. He gave my throat a few forceful licks before sinking his fangs into my neck, clamping down like a vice with little regard for my comfort. I barely resisted the urge to beg him to crush my windpipe, or rip my throat out like I was truly his prey. Lust is a strange thing.

Right then, I was somewhere between cumming again and passing out. I had no idea Aran-Ei could be such a... a beast. "Oh, baby~" I groaned, fucking his moist passage with renewed intensity. My member was throbbing with intensity again, and it was almost painful, partially due to the intensity and the short delay from the last release. I kept twitching, but he held me tight in every way, not letting me budge an inch more than was necessary to fuck him.

I felt his breathing intensify and he began flexing his anal muscles, massaging my cock with them, begging me to cum again. This time, I slowed down to give him full, deliberate thrusts. There soon came a swell of pressure in my loins, a second, a third. I arched my back, let out a loud growl of ecstasy and began coating his insides again with my thick, hot cream. His whole body shook as he made out with my neck between broken moans, and I felt of his several sticky, hot streams coat my torso.

I slowed down and stayed hilted inside of him, just enjoying the snug, warm sensation enveloping my lizardhood. Grabbing my horn again, he pulled his maw up to meet mine, and we engaged in a warm, sticky, impassioned kiss, intermingling both blood and saliva. "Mmm, I love you~" he uttered softly between breaths.

After I slipped out of him, we lay down side by side. "A-are you alright, my love?" he inquired, still breathing heavily. "Yes. Are you?" He nodded, and began stroking my face. "That was... amazing." He let out a long hiss of contentment. Leaning forward, I buried my muzzle into his neck again and pulled my waist against his. We entwined ourselves in a mess of interlocking legs and tails, and fell swiftly asleep, still covered in fluids, completely spent and content.

I arose during the night to use the bathroom and clean up a little. I had a look at my body in the mirror and apart from some smeared blood, there were only thin, fading marks where wounds had once been. "Oh right, 'Histskin'. I guess it kicks in when it's really needed." It was a natural argonian ability to heal quickly, though it couldn't be used often. When I returned, Aran-Ei had turned over. From the looks of it, his wounds were quickly fading as well. With my immediate concerns addressed, I layed down behind him to spoon. I twined my fingers through his, sighed wistfully and was soon asleep again.

Chapter VII

The next morning, I awoke from a squirming in my arms and released Aran-Ei, allowing him to stretch out and yawn. "Mmm, good morning, my love." I returned the greeting and caressed his side. "Did we sleep well?" He nodded and snuggled up against me. "It was the best sleep we have had for a long time." I shifted and yelped, for the first time feeling the impact of the previous night's passions. "Zaer, are you alright?", he asked. "Oh, it's nothing," I replied reassuringly, "just feeling a little sore." "Oh..." he recoiled. "we were a little rough last night, weren't we? I hope I didn't h-hurt you-" But I interrupted, only holding him closer. "Hey, hey... It's no big deal; Nothing that can't be fixed with a little magic or a healing potion." He nodded, still a little unsure. "Well, I'm feeling a little abused as well, heh."

"No worries", I added with an affectionate little lick on his back, "In fact, I can show you how the healing works. Now, this will feel strange, but it shouldn't hurt. Try to remain as still as possible." He took a deep breath, nodded and I began. I envisioned drawing energy from every area of my body, gathering it into my chest and drawing it up my arm, all the way to my fingertips. A warm fog of light materializard, hovering in my palm, and I placed my hand gently on Aran-Ei's neck when he shivered. "Well, it does feel strange ...strange, but pleasant." I watched his wounds close together and fade, and then did the same to anywhere my scratch marks remained.

When we were done, I curled up and spooned him. "There. All finished." "Thank you, my love. But, er... we are still a bit sticky, yes?" "Oops." Well, we'd have to find a river or pond for that. So after getting dressed, we headed downstairs and were stopped by Talen-Jei. "Well, it sounds like you two had fun last night." He nudged me and I chuckled nervously. "But hey, don't worry about it," he continued, "After all, the new couple needed to celebrate." "Heh. Right you are. Well, my husband and I will be leaving today. Thank you and Keerava for attending our wedding." He bowed respectfully. "It was our honor. Let us know if you're in town again."

With our goodbyes said, we headed out of Riften and took a short walk to the nearby lake. Fortunately, the sun had warmed the place to a tolerable level, though I knew the water wouldn't help. We disrobed and I caught myself staring at Aran-Ei, the sun glistening off his emerald scales, highlighting his fine curves. "See something you like?" I nodded. "You are one handsome argonian." He giggled, strolled over to me and scratched my chin. "You're not so bad yourself. But we should get started."

We waded into the water and it felt good. It had been a while and for an argonian, that was too long. We also washed our clothes and draped them over some rocks to dry. After we left the water, I began drying our clothes with a little fire magic- ...Well, more like waves of heat, not nearly enough to set them ablaze. Aran-Ei sat nearby, observing me with curiosity, though I noticed he was shivering and practically curled into a ball thanks to the cool water still dripping off his bare form. I kneeled beside him and gave him the same treatment, almost tracing his shoulders with my fingertips, but mere inches from touching. He gave a shiver. "What are y-..." Then he swooned, almost losing his balance. "Mmh~" he mewled, "That feels wonderful." Before he knew it, he was dry again and I handed him his warm, dry clothes. "Thank you, dearest," he murmured almost sleepily. We both dressed and Aran immediately pulled me into an affectionate hug, adding a satisfied hiss. "Mmm, you treat me so well." "Well, my dear husband," I responded, "there are none more precious to me."

We walked back to the Riften stables where I'd left my horse. When it came into sight from a field's distance, I halted. "Hey. Would you like to see another trick?" Aran raised an eye ridge. "What do you have in mind?" Well, I swept him up into my cradling arms again, steadied myself and shouted. "Wuld... NAH-KEST!" The world became a blur and the wind howled in my ears as we zipped swiftly towards the stables, clearing the distance in a blink and we came to a rest as leaves swirled past. Aran expressed a kind of stunned chuckle, shaking his head. "Another kind of dragonborn magic?" I nodded and set him down, then he playfully pushed me. "You are such a showoff at times." We both chuckled.

Aran-Ei took his seat behind me as usual. Thus began the uneventful journey back to our home in Solitude. Along the way, we encountered a travelling caravan of Khajiit, a few hostile wolves, spiders and a bear, all of which I quickly dispatched with a fireball or flaming rune. My beloved seldom broke his grasp around my waist, only when I needed to dismount and fight. But during those long, peaceful stretches, he managed to doze off repeatedly.

He was definitely out of it when we arrived to Solitude, just outside the city gates. "We're here, my love." He stirred sleepily. "Wha? Oh, already?" We dismounted and took a few nice stretches, then I surprised Aran by lifting him, sweeping him into my arms which made him giggle like a schoolgirl. Suffice it to say, we definitely got some weird looks on the way to Proudspire.

But I carried Aran-Ei to our house, all the way through town and up two sets of stairs. By the time we reached our bed, I was feeling short of breath, e-even though he was not at all heavy for his size, but I guess that muscle added up. I was tempted to use whirlwind sprint, but that kind of thing put the guards on edge. Anyway, I placed him on the bed and layed down behind him. We didn't even bother to take our clothes off; We were just ready for some rest after a long ride.

I awoke at sunrise when I felt his soft hand against my face. I returned the gesture, hissing softly. He smiled warmly, "You have made us so happy, Zaerek." I planted a kiss on his nose and nodded in agreement.

"Are we hungry?" he asked. "Hmm, yes... but right now, all I want is you." I slipped a hand under the band of his pants and caressed his hip and thigh. "Mmm, I can tell. Well, perhaps we should remove these coverings first." So, we rolled off the bed and removed our upper-coverings, revealing our torsos. I pressed my body against his and caressed him greedily, as if spreading lotion, covering his bony hips, plump ass, the curves of his back and so on, even ran my claws along the length of his spine, causing him to shiver. "Gods," he muttered, "How are you so adept at... at making us feel such pleasure?" I grinned. "You flatter us."

I buried my muzzle in Aran-Ei's neck and gave it a few flicks with my tongue, taking in his scent. I nuzzled him, whispering, "I love you" and heard him hiss softly. I kissed his throat, licked and sucked on it, ran my teeth against it, as if toying with prey. But the blood could wait. Right then, I wanted his seed more than anything.

I knelt before Aran-Ei, as if praying to the divines, and unfastened the cool, bronze buckle of his belt. Slowly, I slid his dark trousers over his shapely hips and legs, slowly unveiling the prize underneath. Only his brown, leather underwear remained. I gave his covered package a few teasing gropes, and brought my muzzle close. Flicking my tongue, I inhaled the intoxicating aroma of his sex, and could even feel some heat emanating through the fabric. I eagerly peeled down the leather covering and took a good survey. His lizardhood was around nine inches in length, almost two in girth. It was a long, solid shaft coloured a deep, reddish-pink, curving upwards and ending with a pointed tip. There were a few protruding veins wrapping around and it had nice, thick urethra to deliver his precious fluid. Being of reptilian anatomy, it emerged from a genital slit and there were no external testicles. For a moment, I just stared at it and licked my lips hungrily.

I brought my muzzle near the tip, parted my mouth and let out a few deep breaths, getting it nice and warm, which made Aran shiver. "Oh, you tease~" he protested. I parted my teeth and slowly took his engorged member inside, taking special care to caress it lightly with my tongue, and to graze it with the pointed tips of my teeth. Occasionally, I snagged one of my fangs, ever so slightly, on the flesh of his penis, causing him to twitch or whimper. Unable to pace myself any longer, and showing a little mercy, I just took his whole length in my maw and Aran-Ei twitched and moaned, almost losing his balance. Gods, I wanted his cum. He carefully sat down on the edge of the bed and greedily, I wrapped my tongue around his veiny meat and massaged it. He took a firm grip on my horns, which gave him the right angle to push his cock fully down my throat. He began humping my muzzle and I had to fight the urge to gag, but my lust was stronger; I wanted him to use me.

I swallowed his rod, massaged and sucked it with vigor, nibbled carefully on its flesh, pleasuring him in every way I could think of. The whole time, I was making muffled moans and caressing the soft scales around his meat. His thrusting grew faster and forceful, making it more difficult not to gag. But I endured and soon, I felt his legs twitch and his cock swell, followed by several strong streams of his thick, hot seed coat my throat. He let out a deep growl from the pit of his stomach. I greedily sucked the pearly, warm nectar from his rod, even massaged his urethra with my tongue to urge it out. When I was sure he was fully spent, I let his dick slip from my maw with a moist sound.

Without a word, I arose and we locked maws, sharing saliva and cum. I pushed him back onto the bed and tried to force my tongue deeply down his throat, which made him moan in desperation. Never breaking our kiss, he began fumbling with my pants, unbuttoned them and grasped their band, trying to slide them down. With a little snake-like squirming on my part, they were off. I grinded my throbbing cock against his, and broke our kiss to whisper in his ear. "Want more?" He nodded. "Yes, Zaer, please. Fuck me."

I knelt behind him, raised his thighs and leaned over, opening my mouth wide and extended my tongue, nearly touching his fine rump. Taking a deep breath, I then exhaled warm breaths onto his tailhole and caressed with my claw tips. He whimpered, fondled his own meat with desperation and I pressed my tongue firmly against the pink flesh of his tailhole, causing him to flinch. I would tease its rim with tongue before giving a few forceful licks, only to repeat the process, getting him nice and moist for what would come next.

"Oh, Zaer~" he begged, hiding his eyes in embarrassment, "I n-need your... your cock. I n-need it now." "Mmm~" I growled, "I love it when you talk to me that way." Without further delay, I aimed the pointed head of my shaft at his tailhole and started forcefully pushing it in, gradually enveloping it in warmth, spreading his passage slightly with each thrust. Soon, I was hilted inside of him and started making long, forceful thrusts, all while my claws digged into his soft, scaly rump.

It was incredibly tight and I was already worked up, so I had to slow down to resist blowing my load already. He began to writhe from the intensity, only making things harder. In response, I leaned over and against him, using much of my body weight to hold him steady. He stretched his neck and pushed it against my panting maw, clearly wanting me to drink from him. I paused for only a moment and whispered, "If you need me to stop, for any reason, you can just pat my shoulder, alright?" He nodded and with the signal given, I began.

I resumed my lustful act of feeling him from the inside, wanting to fill him up my seed. Again, we wrestled with our muzzles and tongues, as if we were trying to eat one another. Occasionally, I'd nibble his lip or tug on it, or deliberately lick his fangs. It was an intense battle, marked by heavy breathing, muffled moans and pounding hearts. We had to separate every few minutes just to catch our breath.

Then I tasted his neck, starting right under his jaw bone, gliding my moist, rough tongue over his pale scales, and gradually worked my way down his neck. Soon, I reached that sweet, safe spot I was familiar with. At first, I tickled the area with the pointed tips of my teeth, but my lover was apparently impatient. He tried pushing my muzzle into his neck, my teeth into his flesh, so I took the hint. Giving the area a final affectionate kiss, I sank my pearly daggers in. Aran let out a desperate, broken moan before wrapping his arms around me, squeezing so tight at first that it almost knocked the wind out of me. His legs were around my waist, crossed at his shins and rested snugly against my ass. One of his arms went around my midsection to my back, where his hand was grasping with claws digging in. Meanwhile, his other hand rested firmly against the back of my head, making sure to keep my maw buried in his flesh.

I felt a stream of his cool, viscous blood hit my tongue, and lapped it up eagerly. Taking care not to truly hurt my beloved, I gnawed on his neck and sucked out more of the ruby liquid. With our chests together, I felt each beat of his heart and with each beat, I felt a pulse travel through his neck, and more streamed out. He was giving himself to me entirely. All this time, I could feel my lizardhood throbbing with stimulation, threatening to erupt. I didn't try to fight it.

Acting quickly, I released his neck and kissed him again, letting him sample his own blood. With one last thrust from my hips, I drove my cock deep inside his ass, felt the member swell up and spray several strong streams inside him. He emitted another intense, muffled moan during our kiss, and squeezed me tightly when I felt his own cock tense up and paint us both with some sticky, white stripes.

Slowly, I withdrew my cock from Aran-Ei's tight ass. But the moment it was out, I shoved it back in, causing him to emit a gasping moan. I growled and resumed fucking him deep and rapidly, like a wild beast in heat. I tasted each side of his neck thoroughly this time, teasing each artery with my tongue and fangs. Soon, I found a another good spot and paused just before biting down again, simultaneously driving my cock deep inside him. "Oh, you bad boy~" moaned Aran-Ei. His body contorted as he gasped in ecstasy, but I held him fast, digging my claws into his back. He followed suit, clinging to me desperately, as if wrestling with his bedsheets during some nightmare. It was enough for him to draw my own blood, which only intensified the pleasure. This time, I savored his blood, letting its taste linger on my tongue, its scent fill my nose before I let it slide down my throat. But I always wanted more.

I was treating him like prey, yet he bucked his hips against me, urging me on. His breathing got heavier and his moans intensified. I could feel pressure building in my loins as well, encouraged by his sounds of pleasure. Carefully, I extracted my fangs from his flesh and pushed myself up. I grasped his thigh firmly with one hand and lustfully massaged his cock with the other. Using only my stomach muscles, I pounded his ass mercilessly as he moaned between intense breaths. I could feel my cock swell up repeatedly, filling my loins with sperm in preparation. I took a series of deep breaths, swelling in intensity, threw my head back and twitched as I released a painfully intense orgasm inside my beloved. I made another deep, carnal growl as he tightened his rings around my erupting cock. I felt his own member swell in my grasp, so I squeezed it firmly and stroked him over the edge. He spurted long, forceful strings of white across his own chest and emitted a long cry of ecstasy somewhere between moaning and crying, which even made my heart flutter.

In an instant, my mood went from lustful to cuddly. We just lay there for a moment, catching our breath. Then, I carefully withdrew my cock from his ass and laid down beside him, where I made quick work of closing up his neck bites with magic. I rested my face against his chest and ...smeared some of my seed on his leg in the process, though I don't think he minded, as we were both covered with the stuff. Aran-Ei made a hissing sort-of sigh. "Well, now we're just exhausted again ...but it was worth it." "Yes," I replied, rubbing my sore stomach muscles, "it was an immense pleasure. It was also a bit of a workout, heh."

He idly stroked my head-feathers. "We are very pleased. We would share these intimate things with no others, my love. ...In fact, we never have." I looked up at him. "Are you saying that I was your first... mate?" He nodded and I shrugged. "Hmm. Well, I couldn't tell. You handle these acts very well." He chuckled softly. "That is reassuring. Well, we hope there will be many more."