Journal of The One-Eyed Dragon Entry 1
Author's Note : These Entries are in no particular order, the given numbers are merely the order in which they were posted. This story should not be read if you are under the age of consent. If you are easily offended, or bothered, do not read this as it is based off a game that is a Mature rating. There will be acts of violence, rape, criminal negligance, and other dark themes. I do not own Oblivion and make no money off of this. This is purely fanmade and for personal ejoyment, of which I decided to share with the community.
These are the tales of He-With-One-Eye. A Shadowscale Argonian born of the Black Marsh. Imprisoned falsely, thanks to a lying Khajiit. He-With-One-Eye is often called The One-Eyed Dragon, or the Scarred Dragon. It could be because of his brutal nature in battle and even cruller tendencies when it came to getting what he wanted, or the fact he had lost his right eye to some unknown, or rather: untold accident. He was forced into the Imperial Province, but by some fortune of luck, he escaped prison on the blood of the last Septim.
How Quaint.
Entry 1
Today I was traveling in Leyawiin. After saving what was left of hat wretched city of Kvatch, believing I would be able to find some decent treasure, I was exhausted, and pissed. I really had no time to be dealing with these Imperials. I already had enough of responsibility trying to crawl my way up the hierarchy of the Thief's Guild. They really think I cared about their problems? Sure it was interesting, this thing called the Plane of Oblivion. It was rather home, but I am of the Blood of Sithis, so it is no surprise that I find comfort in the dark plane of my other kin.
Alas I was upon this city doing favor for my Doyen, S'krivva. Heh, she had quite the mouth on her I must say. I would pay proper respects to my Doyen ever so often and allow her to taste the honey of the Hist tree. It was a long trip from Bravil to Leyawiin and little had I the chance to rest at the Three Sister's Inn, of which of the three sisters I have done two. I heard the Countess of had a distaste for our kind, and upon meeting her during my duties, it was true. She had quite the sadistic streak in her that I later plan to take full advantage of. After re-acquiring a ring from the wretched woman I decided to return to the County Hall to have a little chat with Count Caro.
He had a proposition from me. I had some spare time, and coin after stealing his whore's ring for my client. I wanted to buy the home for sale nearby so decided to lend an ear, seeing as the prices would be more negotiable if I was of "better" standing. He spoke to me of this Orc lumbering about the Hall, and see if I could do something for her. Apparently this province was known for "helping" its citizens, though little does Caro know about his wife's late-ight activities. I go to meet this Orc, and to my surprise it is a female Orc in full, what looked to be, Daedra armor. She was rude, and had quite het sharp tongue. She insisted I call her "sir". I humored her, if only to get a taste of that reward later. She told me of an Argonian hunter she wished to speak to. He was in fact a distant cousin of mine, I was curious as to what he was doing in Leyawiin with such a prejudice woman in charge.
Regardless the reason I headed along to find him. We spoke a short time and he agreed to meet the foul-mouthed Orc Knight, whom went by "Sir Mazoga". Upon returning to the county hall my cousin and "Sir Mazoga" had a short chat. He was put off by her gruff nature and went back to his shack by the lake. Mazoga, heh, Sir Mazoga was quite displeased. She than demanded I take her. The Count assured me it was well to take her. I did not mind for the brute assured me she had no intention of smashing anyone's head in. She wanted to go to Fisherman's Point, which was about a six hour walk from Leyawiin. How foul, but no matter. I knew how to deal with Orcs, and did not mind dealing with them in a more... intimate manner, as Sir Mazoga certainly needed a lesson in comradary.
We headed off. I would talk to her and keep her pleased and happy. I knew, in the long run, it would help me. My slit was plusing with the very thought of pounding into that solid block of flesh. Orc women took better care of themselves than those skinny Imperials. After we arrived at the Fisherman's Point, she confronted the leader to a gang of Brigands. A battle was quick to break out, but I took the initiative and crouched in an open location. I took out most of the men with my arrows, and she smashed in the head of the leader. She explained to me some, long winded, story I did not care to listen to, but I kept up the nice for now.
When we returned to Leyawiin I explained to the Count the situation, but instead of a fantastic reward, I recieved words. "Knight-Errand" would be my title, plus a reward if I killed the leader of the Black Bow Bandits. It was quite a tongue twister for a fork tongue such as I, but no matter. I relayed the message to, eh-- Sir Mazoga. She was estatic and was very happy with my dealings with the count. The target was some Orc male, whom she once knew. This made my mind travel in a questionable direction. Had she had sex with this male? It would make it easier on me if she had. Thoughts aside, we were soon on our way.
We arrived at the ruins he made his hideout, and Mazoga told me he came during the Middas at around midnight. Fantastic, she could not have told me earlier? That was in four whole days. But this was opprotunity. I leaned down on a rock. A few remains of camping equipment sat outside the ruins we were able to use to our advantage. I had called to her and raised an interesting conversation.
"Have you a mate yet Sir Mazoga?"
She was almost flustered, but caught herself and returned to that arrogant tone I ever wished to stuff silent with my cock, which was currently throbbing in my greaves. She assured me that, as an honorable knight, she could not. Well, I was not a thief for show. I was quick to respond.
"Well I am a Knight too, and as is common, you must share your duty among your bladesmen." I had assured her. She looked to me with a questioning glance, her slow, Orcish brian only able to process so much. "Well, how else do youthink Knights relieve stress bunked up in barracks all the time?" My added question convinced her of the question begging to be answered.
'How would we go about this than? We have to be prepared for combat!'
Precious thing, worrying. I smirked and had set my bow aside, my quiver still on my back. I began to undo the buckle of m greaves and raised the flap of my cloth underwear. It had felt so good to free my throbbing cock to the air. Much like the rest of me, it was black, and very well built. My slit had swelled, and softened enough for the hard organ to press from its internal prison. The cockhead was flared, and pointed, not flat and rounded like an Imperials, or sheathed like a Kahjiit's. Along the underside my cock had small bumps that would vary in size the further up my cock they went. The pads of my fingers touched agianst this sweet, throbbing rod of flesh and I felt my insides shudder.
The Orc had watched how I removed my greaves without fully removing them. She would do the same, only to laugh obnociously and move the cloth of her underwear.
'Sorry pal, I don't have one of those, so I'm not sure what to do!'
Ah the brutes I so adore are as stupid as Scamps. I told her to lean agianst the rock I was by for support, that way she could keep look out incase of anything. I smirked when she obeyed the clever ruse. I crawled along the grass and knelt up behind Mazoga. I held my cock tightly in my hands and reached my other hand to feel around beneath the positioned Orc. I knew I had the right spot when she gasped out and looked back.
"Do not turn from the road," I had hissed. "Enemies may come!" This was enough to satisfy her and I returned to my personal satisfication. I pressed my hips agianst her armored ass and rubbed the tip of my pointed cock against her folds. She was somewhat wet, probably turned on by the idea of relieving stress. I pushed my cock into her folds. It had been a while since I felt a nice, hot hole squeezing my cock, cause wild rats really don't do all that well as cock-warmers, they squirm far too much.
When I was perfectly lined up I pushed into the Orc and sighed out. She was already taken, such a slut, probably by that Black Bow Bandit Leader we were here to kill.
"Ah, Sir Magoza, you're so tight." I hissed out as I held my place. I put my claws hands on her armroed hips, using the open spots in the armor to hold myself. Her wet tunnel had tightnted around my cock at the words. So sir turned her on? Kinky little beast I found myself here. I slowly pulled out of her until only my head was in. The spines on my cock must have felt good, I've heard so before, though it seems this big gal was at a loss for words when I drove into her with viscious force.
"Ah, Sir!" I pounded into that green ass, our armors banging together. So much for stealth, I'm sure even the zombies could here us down in the ruins. But, by Sithis, it little mattered because she was so tight. If not for the armor I would have had myself a mouthful of flesh. I wasn't one for breasts, being Argonian and all. I don't see what those damn Imperials find so great about them. They're really only good for fucking.
The lewd thoughts only fueled my motions and I continued to ram into the green-skinned beast. He moans were bearly audiable over the slamming armor and I continued to feed her fetish and hissed "sir" the entire time. I was hot, burning. I hadn't had any decent ass in a good-- ha, week. I felt my testies tighten inside of my body before I finally came inside the Orc. I felt her tighten around my cock, but I didn't care. I painted her inner walls with my seed and pounded deeper into her pussy. I didn't stop at one shot. I felt a good bit of my cum seep right back onto my cock. Man it was sticky and felt good when I rubbed it all into that tiny creavase between her armor I fucked her through. I pulled out suddenly.
I got that girl good and addicted to my cock because as soon as I pulled out, she growled. Gotta love those brutes. She turned around, a sneer on her face. I stood up and grabbed those litle twists of 'hair' on her head. I pulled her head close and pumped my hips against her face. It took the girl a good bit before she got the message and opened her mouth. This spot was jsut as good as her pussy, if not better. I fucked her face, hard. She was my new favorite peice of ass. And mouth.
I pushed my cock into that fang-filledm outh of hers, going on that rush of control. She ain't guan bite down, not if she wants me to not fuck her dead corpse. She was a good girl and sucked Dragon hard. I pushed my hips harder, forcing my length down her throat, her tight hot throat. She would moan and caress my cock with her vocal's vibrations.
"Sir!" I called, jsut to give her some inscentive, and it was plenty because she began to suck harder. I eventually came and spilled my Argonian seed down into her Orcish gut.
Three days, I filed that Orc with my seed until that brute came to the ruins. Little to say, but I taught my brute well because after bashing in the heads of his groupies me and Sir Mazoga, took turns at fucking the Orc brute before killing him.
We returned to the Count of Leyawiin with the news, leaving out key details, and he rewarded us with full hold of the White Stallion Lodge. Mazoga was pretty keen on her title and thanked me. She told me she would see me sometime at the Lodge.
She would see me, because I'll make damn well sure I catch her there and fuck her when I have the time between my... other responsibilties.