Oblivion - Northern Goods
Oblivion - Northern Goods
by Tailen
Journal entry: Sundas, First Seed 7th, 3E434
The rain was pouring into my face. It was not as torrential as a few hours earlier when I had passed The Great Forest and went into The Colovian Highlands, but it still made a cacophony of metallic noises as it plinked off my helmet. Traveling along the Black Road was by no means a trivial task. Through the haze of fog and the miniature waterfall that the brim created over my eyes, I could see the stonewalled gates in the distance. Their sight brought a smile to my cragged face as they always did, for the promise that lay just beyond them.
It had been a while since I was last here. Too long, in fact. I used to visit this place often, but lately I had found myself caught up in trouble everywhere. Bravil held my attention for the past month, it became the city I couldn't get out of no matter how hard I tried. There was always something new popping up. Who would have thought that a simple search for a missing person would have me digging through the deepest underbelly of the criminal elements in Bravil, all culminating in some twisted hunt for the most dangerous game -- sentient prey. My narrow escape from the hunting island had left me with no immediate desire to return to that place, although defeating the crime boss who put on these games for a lot of money had left my saddlebags bulging. His fine armor and weapons netted me a good deal of gold from the trader Daenlin in the town.
For a price, of course. My left shoulder was still aching, especially in this cold weather, and the scars across my chest had not fully healed yet despite my best spells. I looked down at my hand and clenched it to a fist, feeling my own claws against the skin. At least the bones had healed there. It felt like I could throw a good punch again now. My natural scaly skin had also provided a measure of protection during my recent battles; we Argonians certainly had an advantage there. Our aquatic ancestry had produced the hardened scales that covered my body, normally shining crimson red in sunlight, but in this miserable rain the dark color made me difficult to see. Not that I was complaining; stealth was needed more often than not for any denizen of Cyrodiil.
My leathery armor offered little resistance against the wind and weather, but I would overheat in battle if I put on extra clothes underneath it, so this was how it stayed. It was great for summer days, but in bad weather such as this I could easily feel the water sliding down the inside of it and running out below the waist. Argonians are used to spending a lot of time underwater, but somehow that's a lot more pleasant than being constantly drizzled like this. The rain was not what bothered me, neither did the fact that I was soaked to the skin. No, what nagged in the back of my mind was something that the wizard had said about her friend.
It was not everyday that I would meet an Argonian wizard like I had in Bravil, and I admittedly helped her a great deal owing mostly to the fact that she was my species. And such an attractive one at that. She had some trouble with her friend, the usual stuff with amulets and potions of course; wizards always seem to get themselves into a mess when they fool around with powerful forces. She believed her friend had gone into some sort of coma trying to enter his own dreamworld. A bit weird if you ask me, but she had given me an amulet and told me to prepare to go into the dreamworld and rescue her friend. I hadn't had much of a choice, she had pulled one of those "it's your destiny" moves on me. Subtlety was a lost art for most wizards. So now I had sort-of agreed to put my own life in peril for the dim chance of rescuing her friend, and she would be waiting for me to return to Bravil. Some day. I was in no hurry anymore.
I needed a vacation.
The tall city walls towered before me as I made my way up the muddy path to the stable just outside the gates. A couple of torches were burning, and the person sitting on the porch looked none too happy to see me, since it meant he'd have to come out in the rain to take my horse. I unsaddled just in front of the archway leading to the gates and tossed the stable boy a copper coin for his troubles, though he seemed a lot more eager to stay indoors than tying up my ride. The Chorrol guards gave me no trouble when I pushed open the massive wooden south gate door to the city, they knew me well.
The statue standing in the fountain of the plaza greeted me as it always did with its dreary rusted stone, chipped from decades of erosion and children including it in their games. These things always struck me as an odd form of art, perhaps because such traditions were unheard of in the black marshes of my homeland. The idea of putting years of work into a statue to create something supposedly of beauty depicting a frozen moment of static life seemed to bereave it of exactly that. Life. These were no more than symbols of the futility of trying to capture and control the past. Something not even the mightiest of wizards had yet accomplished.
The fountain had captured my attention as it always did when I was in a contemplative mood, but a brisk wind that changed the direction of the rain just enough to toss it in my face, snapped me out of my thoughts again. I bowed down to snatch a ripe Fly Amanita mushroom growing next to the fountain. I didn't really need it, it was just a force of habit to pick anything that might be useful for a potion later and put it in my bag.
Then I turned towards the goal of my journey: the small cottage to the left of the fountain. Like the other houses around it, it was silent and dark, as if cowering and trying not to draw attention to itself would somehow shield it from the storm that swept through the county of Chorrol.
I climbed up the couple of stone steps to the front of the house, shielded by the bulk of the building from the rain now. Even for an aquatic, this felt like a relief. Mostly because this was the last step of my journey, I had arrived at my destination now and the fatigue of travel suddenly came bearing down on me. The familiar wooden carved sign that had faded over the years said, "Northern Goods and Trade" and was my first welcome to the place.
My signature rap on the door brought the otherwise hushed building to life. A light came on in the top window from a lamp. Or... had the light been there all along and was just turned up? I was too tired to remember, but I thought I spotted the silhouette of Seed-Neeus up there. It seemed to take an eternity before I heard footsteps on the stairs inside the house.
I had first met Seed-Neeus about 5 months ago during the month of Frostfall last winter. It was a chance encounter. Chorrol is a small town and gossip about a visiting adventurer is quick to spread, especially an Argonian. Most of my kin that I meet are either beggars or servants.
Her daughter Dar-Ma had been missing for several days after making a delivery to a nearby town called Hackdirt, and Seed-Neeus approached me in the town square to ask for my help when I was there on other business. It was probably my signature lone-hero outfit, or the scars I carried that had singled me out to her, but I'd still like to think it was my dashing good looks. She was on the verge of tears and really, what self-respecting Argonian would decline to help such a beautiful lady in distress?
As usual, I got more than I bargained for. Dar-Ma had been kidnapped by some freaky cultists who worshipped demon gods beneath the sea, despite Hackdirt being in the middle of the province with not even a river nearby. The townsfolk were hostile and tried to cover up the kidnapping; it was just one big conspiracy. The tunnels underneath the entire city were filled with horrible things that no mortal should ever behold and I'm sure they were going to use Dar-Ma for some blood sacrifice. I almost had to kill the entire town just to get us out of there, there couldn't have been more than a dozen people left when we fled that place on her horse. Spent all my potions and scrolls and stuff I had been saving up for years to survive that little adventure, but I had to admit that it was all worth it in the end. Well worth it.
I had saved the young girl's life in Hackdirt that night, and assured the family's continued existence, no doubt, and I knew they would never forget my kindness. It's tough being an adventurer who's always roaming from place to place, spending the nights sleeping either in filthy taverns surrounded by thieves and beggars, or under the open sky surrounded by bandits, monsters and all manner of things that want to rob you, kill you, and eat you. And not necessarily in that order.
You don't make a lot of friends; only people who come close are the ones who can see an advantage of teaming up with you to slay the endless hordes of evil and steal their stuff.
Of course you can also expect most of these heroes/treasure hunters/thugs to knife you in the back the very second they think they can make slightly more money that way. The trick is to make sure they don't profit from your death for as long as you hang around with them. Contrary to what you might think, this does tend to create a certain amount of honesty in a group since you know the others are going to slit your throat in the night if you try to outsmart them.
This house was different. This place made me feel like I was home. It was a comforting sensation, one I had not felt in many, many years.
The bolts were opened behind the door with loud metallic *clacks*, and the wooden monstrosity creaked open, spilling light into the bleak rain from inside. I took a step back and just then, the relief of having reached the end of my journey made weariness engulf me. I was finally here and now I felt like I was going to just pass out on their doorstep.
But then I saw her.
Dar-Ma's smile invigorated me more than the loudest battlecry ever had. The last few days of traveling in the miserable rain and sleeping in mud and bushes was immediately pushed out of my short-term memory -- all of it overshadowed by her smile. The greenish hue of her skin was visible even in what dim light the fog and rain offered, and I spied her mother coming down the stairs with a lamp in her hand.
"Don't just stand there in the rain, come on in." Her voice had a seductive quality even when she did not need to be. Her smile would have made me follow her to the ends of the world had she asked me to, and I was almost disappointed that all she asked of me was to step inside her home. I wanted so much more. Clumsily I stumbled past the doorstep and into the warmth of the cottage.
Ahh, the scent of fresh sausage and cheese greeted my finely tuned senses. I shot Seed-Neeus a smile when she walked off the last step of the stairs and hung the kerosene lamp from a nail on the wooden post right next to the stairs.
My wet saddlebags were thrown in the corner next to the door, making a mysterious noise as metal, leather, cloth, wood and other materials within were tossed around. It got the attention of both the females, who were used to me bringing gifts from far away lands for them. Not that they expected it of me, that was completely alien to their nature. They were in fact the most humble and grateful people I had met in all my adventures. It was a pleasure bringing them gifts exactly because they did not expect it.
My helmet was the first thing to come off and I handed it to Seed-Neeus. It was a good helmet, quite a powerful enchantment on it that had saved my skin many a time in battle, but it was also just a bit too small for me. As always after having worn it for a long time, I felt the numb sting of pain as my headfin unfolded and stood up over my head like a small sail, having been squished against my skull this whole time.
Dar-Ma's giggle at watching the fin rise up to full size sent the first jolt of excitement through me. Despite my soaked body and my dripping armor, I grabbed her with an arm and pulled her up close against me. Her lips parted with a laugh that let me slip my tongue into her muzzle. The kiss deepened almost instantly after that and I tilted my head to the side, letting the sensations fill my thirsty soul as the intimacy warmed my cold blood.
In the few places that were unarmored I could feel the silky touch of her dress against my skin. Such good quality. Not that I had a taste for the finer things in life, but I knew good quality when I saw it. In fact, it was them who had taught me to even tell the difference between textiles.
The two Argonian females ran their own little shop and made a living off embroidering, tailoring and otherwise making beautiful creations out of fabric. They were the only two people I knew who could get completely giddy over something like a roll of satin. Picking a gift for them was fairly easy that way, it just had to be pretty, good quality, and from a far-away place.
But we could deal with all that in a little while. My saddlebags rested comfortably where I had tossed them in the corner, and later on the two females could gasp in awe over the exotic fabrics I had brought. Right now it was time to get reacquainted.
Seed-Neeus grinned and tapped my shoulder plate, "Don't forget to breathe."
I untangled myself from Dar-ma and she took a step backwards, giggling and swooning a bit from the passionate kiss. Her dress was all wrinkled and darkened in the wet spots that were made when she was pulled up against me, but none of us really cared at this point.
"I can hold my breath for a long time, you know." I winked at the older lizard.
"How long?"
I demonstrated by pushing my muzzle against hers in a wet kiss, using even more tongue with her than I had done with her daughter. I felt a gasp from her when my arm went around her back to pull her close to me, only this time I had grabbed her rump firmly. She was swooning by the time I withdrew my lips and she blinked up at me with a momentarily dazed expression, just long enough for me to give her my raunchiest smirk.
The clothes came off quickly. There was no reason to play coy with these girls, we had tried this many times before, but somehow it was always fresh and new. My armor fell to the floor, helped by their capable seamstress hands, and I stood naked before the two of them. It was a relief to be freed like this, but I still felt the phantom weight of my outfit all around me. I never took that thing off except for.. this.
Fingers ran down my chest, their talons teasing my scales. Tails began to rub together and entwine as we stood there all three. I put one hand on either girls' behinds and began kneading them firmly, much to their amusement.
Hungrily, my lips found Dar-Ma's and we squished our snouts together in a kiss. I felt the other female's nose brush down my belly and end up on my thigh as she knelt down in front of me.
Already I wanted to just toss my head back and make a raspy growl. Her forked tongue slipped repeatedly over my foreslit, dipping inside teasingly briefly and parting the lips just enough for me to feel it. It was difficult enough to appear cold-blooded with two naked lady lizards rubbing against me and craving my attention, but there was still a certain pride in trying to hold back for as long as I could. Not only to prolong the experience, but also to make them work for it.
My slit parted open for her and the pink flesh within peeked out, sliding across her nosepad as she kept licking up the underside of it and rested it on the tip of her muzzle. I literally grew hard on her face and could not help but grin at the sight of her kneeling there in front of me and going cross-eyed to stare at my cock as it pushed free from its cave and dripped precum onto her forehead from the tip.
My mission had never been one of charity; many would have called me a grave robber, dungeon seeker, tomb raider, treasure hunter, scavenger, or worse. With my increased abilities and magic powers I did, however, start to feel a hero's responsibility to help those that cannot help themselves. Umpteen times in my travels had I been told, "I am forever in your debt" and "How can I ever repay you?"
As I had come to learn, very few people actually meant what they said if you probed them a little about it. It had become sort of a courteous way to say 'thank you' and to invite me to show my heroic side with a line like, "All in a day's work, ma'am" or something similarly inane.
These girls were different. They took their debt seriously. And they certainly knew how to repay it.
A forked tongue coiled around my shaft and was quickly followed by a heated breathing and a tight muzzle like the dampest, darkest cave I had ever visited. Her lips closed around my meaty pole in a snug ring and she began to rock her head back and forth, slowly at first. It was enough just to feel her slide the ring of her lips up and down my member, but then she began to suckle as well.
The immediate reward was a squirt of precum and I moaned into Dar-Ma's muzzle, breaking the kiss momentarily and then resuming it as her mother began so expertly to suck me off. Her tongue slurped around me, teasing every nerve on my shaft and thirstily inviting me to feed her that sudden, slimy treat she was longing for. Sharp black talons scratched up the inside of my thighs and made me go tense for a moment in pure reflex. Usually the sensation of something sharp against my scales meant that a stinging pain was imminent, but here I was just waiting in vain for a feeling that never came. The anticipation and the added sense of danger just made it even more exhilarating for me and she knew that quite well..
They were both artisans, masters of their craft, and in that capacity quite creative and eager to explore. At least I'm assuming that's how they did all those interesting things with clothes and jewelry. I only saw it in the manner they approached the way I taught them to be great lovers. Both had been fairly inexperienced the first time they had wanted to pay their debt those many months ago. They were insistent, even when I was a bit unsure of the idea... but of course, my doubts only lasted for as long as it took them to undress.
The first time had been fairly good, but brief. Yet I saw the potential they had and their willingness to learn. So we practiced. Day after day, week after week. Some days we didn't even bother to get out of bed. It was good -- if a bit tiring at the end -- but the results spoke for themselves. They were masters now, better than most whores I had bought a night with, and those girls did this sort of thing as a profession.
Perhaps it was their tenderness and their true affection for me that made the experience even better.
Every thought in my head vaporized in an instant when talons moved off my scales and grabbed my heavy balls, caressing and squeezing them gently. My teeth were grinding against Dar-Ma's and I grunted eagerly, drooling into her muzzle while we kissed each other in heated passion. And then, just as swiftly as it had started, Seed-Neeus pulled away and stood up.
My mind was still in a haze of lust that did not immediately clear, and the female was halfway up the creaking stairway before I could come to my senses again. Dar-Me giggled and mounted the steps as well with me following after the two. I took my time walking behind the pretty green-scaled female and enjoyed the sight under her tail from a few steps below. She seemed to like showing off to me as well, because her tail was held up high when she climbed upstairs.
My taloned hands came up to rest on both her shoulders from behind and I leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Stay here." I made my way past her, wasting little time and grabbing Seed-Neeus' hand and guiding her over to the wooden railing. She was in the mood for teasing some more, that much was obvious to me, but I was swift to push down on her shoulderblades and bend her over right at the top of the stairs.
Her hands gripped the wooden rail and her tail raised up for me. The girls had done a good job of making me lose my inhibitions by now and I grabbed the lovely Argonian lady's hips in my hands. The mounting was a brief, determined jab and the surprised *squawk* that accompanied it made her daughter perfectly aware that I had missed. On purpose.
I think I must have blacked out with pleasure for a few moments there because the next thing I remember was just hissing like a snake while pounding my pelvis against the poor female's scaly rump and forcing every last inch of my thick cock up her tailhole. Dar-Ma stood stunned where I had left her on the stairs and just watched with an open maw while I had wild, savage anal sex with her mother. Oh, the mere look on her face of mixed surprise, disgust, pain, and curiosity made me want to show off even more. Seed-Neeus was given little chance to adjust or get used to the sensations, I just assfucked her into oblivion.
Her daughter watched from the stairs where I had told her to wait, her eyes getting wider and her loins getting hotter with the sight of what we were doing. The hot moans of the older female got her so excited and eager for her turn that she was starting to shuffle her feet and make little impatient *rawrs* up at us.
It was so sweet. The girls had gotten me all riled up beforehand, and coupled with the wonderful hot tightness of the female's reptilian tailslit this meant that I could not last as long as I had wanted. Of course, I had wanted this moment to last for all eternity, so that much seemed obvious. I forget which one of us started hissing first, all I remember was cumming and cumming till the universe burst into white flame and resonated with a loud voice, almost like a choir. My virile seed burst forth in torrents that rivaled the storm outside, each scrape of my thick shaft in her snug little backside making her squeal and wriggle like a worm on a hook.
The gushes of warm seed began running down her thighs and towards her ankles. I could not remember an orgasm this hard before in my life. Maybe it was her daughter watching us that really pushed me over the edge to that extent, it was difficult to tell. All I knew was that it was not the last time I wanted to enjoy the female's tailslit. No, not the last time, by a long shot. I knew that deep down she enjoyed it herself. The suddenness, the forbidden pleasure, the display in front of her daughter... there were many things to enjoy here and I just needed to practice with her until she got the same pleasure out of it that I did.
With a deliberate slowness, I pulled my shaft backwards after having painted her bowels with sticky cum. The cockhead popped out with a sloppy noise that made her giggle even amidst her panting and no doubt her soreness at being tailfucked for the first time.
"Good girl. Go rest for a bit." I winked when she looked back up at me and slapped her armored rump, feeling the smooth scales against the palm of my hand. She backed away towards the bed, treading carefully and limping slightly.
A shrill whistle brought Dar-Ma out of her trance and I looked down at her on the stairs, licking my muzzle with my long, forked tongue and motioned for her to approach. She lit up in a grin and hurried up the steps, crouching down and crawling up the last few steps and onto the floor. I smirked and crouched down behind her, following while she held her rump up and showed her tail while crawling around on all fours.
We chased each other around playfully for a bit, me snapping my teeth at her swaying tail and her crawling in circles around me. It was just like those mating dances of small lizards. She would pause, look back over her shoulder, then curl her tail and immediately zip off across the floor again when I approached her from behind. The little teasing devil.
Eventually I grew impatient and I tackled her side, pushing her over and onto her back. She lay there. Beautiful. Young. Spread out and ready, and I took my sweet time climbing up on top of her. I leaned down to kiss her bared smooth sex, tongue dipping in and making her tense and moan out so cutely. I slithered the long organ back and forth in her, tasting her delicious insides and how wet she was already. My kisses then proceeded up to her belly, then to each of her perfect round breasts before we locked muzzles in a heated kiss.
I gave her what she wanted. A quick rutting while she was on her back, sliding my cock all the way back until the thick crown at the tip tugged backwards on her folds before I slammed my hips against her rear once more. She was moaning and panting, our bodies slithering against each other's while I humped her just the way she liked it. Long, rough pushes and a short pause to really let her squeeze her snug cunny around my shaft before I pulled out again. I knew how much she loved feeling something as girthy and massive as me fill her up.
I could have finished like this, but I wanted more. I wanted to instill a sense of anxious tension in her, just to tease, so I pulled out and licked my tongue across her snout-tip, "Get up to the table. And bend over like your mom did."
The playful giggle froze mid-way and I could see realization creep into her eyes. I tried not to laugh or give anything away and just stood up, pulling her on her feet as well and giving her rump a firm smack to snap her out of it. I knew exactly what was on her mind. She was going to lift her tail and get fucked in her tailhole just like her mom, and I let her imagine all the pain and joy that came with it. Her mind was running wild by the time she got to the table and lifted her tail for me.
My own deep red form slipped up behind her and I pushed her tail out of the way, laying my cock up against the underside of her tailbase. The cute shivers that went through her body of both fear and exhilaration were mine to enjoy and feed upon as I dragged my thick, wet shaft down her rumpcleft. My slippery cocktip brushed lightly across her tailslit and I could feel her growing tense as a spring, clutching the table. I gave a light nudge, parting her backslit just a little and prodding my drooling tip inside enough to feel her puckered folds kiss it, but not enough to spread her out wide. She was just waiting for the moment I would lunge forward and sheathe myself to the balls in her tight little ass.
Yet that moment did not come, I just pulled down past her inviting little pucker and pressed myself against her wet folds, sliding inside and hearing her sigh of relief as my hands took a hold of her hips and I began pulling her backwards with each powerful thrust forward, in order to give her a good and well-deserved romping.
"Next time.. mmm, you'll take me under your tail." I promised with a growl of pleasure and gripped her hips. I slowed down just for a bit, concentrating more on her breathing and her heartbeat. A hunter's training lets him get in tune with his prey and this skill came in rather handy with the females, I had found. Sensing the rhythm of her lifeforce made it easy to thrust at the right moments when she was most vulnerable, making her moan and push her even further towards the edge of pleasure. Mercilessly I kept probing at her weak points, choosing my thrusts with care and feeling thoroughly smug when I hit just the right moments that drove her mad with arousal.
She came before I did, hissing and moaning her little heart out while I kept thrusting and tried to keep up with the impossibly fast pace of her rhythm just after she had surrendered to her climax. It was not possible for me to follow her, even when I jabbed myself into her at full speed, but I did a brave attempt and I was pretty certain that it helped prolong her plateau of pleasure more than she was used to.
My arms slipped from her hips up to her belly, one of them pulling her back and holding her against my chest while I grunted in her ear, and the other groped her breasts with the eagerness of a teenager while I felt my own white light coming nearer and nearer. The hissing wail I let out was enough to wake up Seed-Neeus from her afterglow over on the bed and she was just in time to watch her daughter get bred by the strong red warrior of the south.
The white light spilled from my mind into my loins and in turn into the beautiful young female. Streams of the white goop ran thick and viscous down her rump and her thighs, just adding to the naughtiness of the mating. I loved it when the females were too small for me.
A kiss on her cheek marked the amicable end of our mutual fantasy and I pulled out of her with a wet, slurpy pop that unplugged the reptilegirl's nethers and spewed a copious load of pent-up seed down her legs. So beautiful. So messy.
The first round was over and Dar-Ma and I tried to support each other's weight as we stumbled over to the bed and more or less fell into it. A moment later I was snuggled up with the two most amazing Argonian girls in the lands, one in each arm and I made sure to kiss them deeply while they were too weak to resist me. Not that they would have. In fact, I was certain that they as well as I knew this was merely the end of round one.
I rolled over on my side, hugging Dar-Ma against my chest and resting my snout on top of hers. The arm I did not use for holding her close moved down between us and I put my hand between her legs, two fingers sliding into her and eliciting a soft whimper as they enveloped themselves in the warm, gooey juices of the lusty female. Seed-Neeus adjusted to the new positions and cuddled up against my back, hugging both arms around my chest and fitting her lithe, naked body into the curve of my back and my rump. She pressed her crotch up against my rump, rubbing it back and forth and getting my scales all wet, knowing full well that I adored that. The female then opened her legs and slid my tail between them, starting to grind herself against it and make me even more aroused. I could hear her soft moans and feel her tight sex press down on the triangular spikes that ran down the spine of my tail, as she began to slowly, lewdly masturbate herself on them. Gods, I wanted to make love with these two ceaselessly for days.
I knew that once we all had a nap to recover for a while, we would be at it again as we always did when I visited them. My plan had been to get supplies and go north to the mountains in order to investigate the... was it a dragon, or a cult, or a magic item? I had forgotten by now, but it was written in my journal somewhere. Evidently the two Argonians I had just had dirty reptilian sex with had mellowed me out somewhat, and the rest of the world seemed unimportant for now.
I had decided to extend my stay for a few days... maybe a week. Saving the world would have to wait. There were willing females to please first. And they had my full attention.