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Sexy Scales and Bandit Booty By Draconicon

Bilegulch Mine was far from the most attractive of places, but it was one of the few caverns that weren't claimed by one of the holds in any major way. Serrek and Arga had been forced to bargain dearly for the mine as a place for them to take their fellow Marshbrothers after raiding the Thalmor camp a few weeks ago, but they'd eventually received the deed to it.

All that was left to do was clear out the prior inhabitants. Which, considering they were a group of bandits numbering at least fifteen, made Serrek grumble as they stepped into the mine.

"You know, I really wish that the Jarl had let us know about the bandits here up front."

"Would it have changed your mind about taking them down, Serrek?"

"No, but it would have made me look at another map."

The black Argonian ahead of him rolled his eyes, but Serrek was used to that. Arga had never been much of a joker, or bothered by any danger. Ever since that night where he torched four of the Thalmor enforcers in the space of three seconds, it had been clear that he didn't find the world as dangerous or threatening as most people did.

That didn't mean that his Marshbrother didn't have weaknesses, as the torchlight shining off of the back of Arga's neck reminded Serrek. With a fairly large soul gem dug into his spine, Arga was the victim of many different enchantments. Even with the last few weeks to experiment with finding them, he doubted he'd found even half of the trigger phrases and behavioral commands the other Argonian suffered from. It was almost a pity. Almost.

After all, it gave him a use. Chuckling to himself, Serrek passed the torch forward as he remembered some chance encounters on the way here. Arga would never remember sliding into those trance-like states, but he did. Someone else would take advantage of the warrior-mage. Admittedly, he was taking advantage as well, but he didn't do it as often or as maliciously as someone else might.

"So, what's the plan?"

"Since when do you care about the plan, Serrek?"

"Oh, five minutes ago."

"Be serious."

"But this is more fun."

"It's also going to get you -"

"Yeah, yeah, killed, maimed, raped, fucked over; do you have a new one there yet?"

"You are too flippant, sometimes."

"And you need to relax." Really, Arga didn't, not after the orgy back in Rorikstead just a few days back, but the mage didn't know about that.

They walked down the tunnel in silence after that, Arga's bare feet making little noise, and Serrek's leather boots making less. Avoiding the torches along the walls, they stuck to the sides of the rooms, never crossing into the center.

The further into the mine they went, the more paranoid he got. They hadn't seen anyone yet, and considering the lack of resources actually coming out of this hole in the ground, he couldn't imagine it was all that big. A few discarded picks here and there told that there had been miners at one point, but where they were now, and just how far they'd gotten, he didn't know.

He was just about to walk past a gap in the wall when his partner shoved him back, pinning him against the wall with his hand. Stifling a cough from the impact, he glared at the rough action.

"You know, if you want to take my breath away, there are easier ways to do it."

"Quiet."

"...You found them?"

"Around the corner. At least seven around the fire, and maybe more in the shadows."

Which meant that they were going to be outnumbered right from the start. Arga's magic was powerful, but that didn't mean that they could just go charging in.

"Let me sneak around. Get a better view."

"Are you sure? You're not as -"

"I can handle myself. Sit, boy."

It was a small phrase, but it had the desired effect. The other Argonian went ram-rod straight before slowly sitting down, squatting right at the edge of the corner. In that shadow, and without moving, he had no doubt that Arga would remain invisible. Leaving the bit of guilt about using one of the trigger words behind him, he dropped to his knees. This was going to have to be quick; if he didn't make to the other part of the tunnel quickly, one of the bandits could look this way and see him.

He jumped off, rolling quietly before coming to a halt on the other side of the gap. Holding his breath, he waited for the sounds of footfalls or shouts, but there was nothing.

Smirking, he got back to his feet. If there was a large chamber there, then there would be another route in. No digger would leave just one way in or out. Miners were too paranoid about cave-ins for that. So that meant...

Hustling quietly down the tunnel, he took another turn, and found a different tunnel leading down to the same room. Through the hazy smoke and the flickering shadows, he could make out at least as many bandits along the wall as Arga had said were by the fire. They didn't seem paranoid, or worried that they might be found. If anything, they looked sleepy.

"Okay. One at a time. Quiet as a mouse. Quiet as a mouse."

Reaching over his shoulder, Serrek pulled his bow free. It was already strung, something he'd made sure of before he entered the mine. He nocked an arrow quickly, taking aim at one of the silhouettes closest to his tunnel. If he could take out the ones closest to him first, it meant he could have more time to deal with the others if he was discovered. Eight divines help him, he wouldn't be.

SNCKT!

The arrow zipped through the air, silently landing in one of the bodies. There wasn't even a jerk or a twitch as it slid home, and he smiled.

"One down."

He took it slow, letting out one arrow at a time and never shooting more than two per minute. He wanted to keep the bandits from noticing something was going wrong, and they seemed tired, drunk, or otherwise too impaired to notice something unless he did something really stupid.

One, two, three, four bandits lost their lives without anybody being any the wiser. Even the worst shot had been enough to bring them down, and the one that moved most just managed to hide the arrow that had taken his life. He felt like he was on top of the world as the fifth and sixth bandit went down, and he lined up a shot for the seventh one. The arrow flew -

Tink.

"Oooooh dear."

The bandit had leaned to the side at the worst possible moment, and the arrow had plinked off of the wall rather than burying itself in his body. It hadn't gone unnoticed, either, as the dark elf in question immediately grabbed the arrow shaft. He looked at it almost stupidly, giving Serrek enough time to nock another arrow before -

"Company! Compa- UGH!"

The elf went down, but not before he woke the rest of the group up. Hissing past clenched teeth, he put away his bow and drew his blade. It wasn't a huge one, but it would do the job. A little ball of fire sprung into being above his palm as he stood up to meet the surviving bandits.

He parried the redguard's swing into the wall and thrust his other hand into the bandit's face. A line of fire blasted his face, billowing out from the Argonian's hand, and the thug fell back, clutching his burnt out eyes for a moment before falling onto his back.

His death gave the other two Nord bandits pause, and he took full advantage of that. Leaping forward, he left a deep slash in the left one's upper leg before rolling between them. Sword slashes cut through the air behind him, narrowing missing his tail as he rolled into the main room. As he came to a stop, he spun in a circle, blasting the area with another stream of fire from his hand, just in case anyone was still around.

It proved unneeded. Aside from the two that were fighting him still, the rest were in the other tunnel dealing with Arga. He didn't let himself worry about that. Five or so bandits weren't going to bring his Marshbrother down, not without something big behind them, and he doubted that any of them had any magics or surprises for the two of them.

Still, he wanted to get over there soon. The two Nords weren't as stupid as the redguard, and he didn't think they'd fall for any more acrobatic tricks. The wounded one sidestepped to the other side of the fire, while the healthy one slowly approached him from the front. They were waiting for any trick he could make.

"I don't suppose you two would consider surrendering?"

"Not a fucking chance."

"Didn't hurt to ask."

He shrugged, the motion turning into a duck as he avoided a sideways swing that nearly took his head off. His attempt to dart forward and cut the human down was thwarted by some steel armor, his blade clinking off of it. It nearly disarmed him, but he kept his grip and rolled with it.

It was a desperate few minutes as he fended off the two humans, one always coming in just when he thought he had an opening on the other. He just barely managed to keep them at bay with repeated uses of his fire magic, but he was running low on energy. Any minute now he was going to run out completely, and then they'd be able to come at him together. He could see in their eyes that they knew it, too. They were just waiting, taking turns exhausting him so that they could kill him together.

He needed to end it. Now.

Rolling out of the way of the next chop rather than parrying it, Serrek dropped his sword. Letting the fire spread to his now-free hand, he brought them up at the same time. Jets of fire blasted the Nords, not in the faces - they were protecting those - but their legs and groins. The sizzling heat burned through the cloth there in less than a second, and the screams they made as he burned away their genitals echoed through the cavern.

Gasping as he let the flames die, he grabbed his blade and leaped to his feet. One, two slices cut their unprotected throats, and they hit the ground with two metallic thunks. He sat down on one of them, gasping for breath as he listened for what was going on elsewhere.

No clanging of swords or rushing spells met his ears. He smiled.

"Finished your group, Arga? Care to come in here and celebrate?"

"Get out here, lizard. Or I kill your friend."

"...Damn. Damn damn damn damn damn!" That was most definitely not Arga's voice. Prisoner? Probably. But how?

Grunting, he pulled himself to his feet and walked out of the cavern. He looked down the tunnel, and he groaned at what he saw.

An orc in little more than a loincloth stood over the black Argonian. Burned slightly along his arm, the green skinned fighter had his foot on top of the mage's face, a sword pointed halfway between Arga and him. Arga looked up at it completely blankly, and his body was unnaturally still, more than if he had been dead.

"I don't know what's up with your freaky friend here, but if you don't want him to die, you're gonna do what I say."

"Alright, alright, don't lose your head," Serrek said, holding his hands up.

"I'm not kidding. Do what I say, or he -"

"Considering how much he likes 'getting it', you might be doing him a favor."

The look of confusion on the orc's face almost made him laugh. As it was, it gave him a chance to step forward.

"What do you mean, getting it?"

"Oh, what does anybody mean? Oh, you mean me. I mean he loves getting fucked."

"You, uh, what?"

It was almost too easy. Don't laugh, don't laugh, Serrek told himself as he took another step forward, almost in range of the sword, almost in reach of the orc. The bandit barely seemed to notice, still trying to puzzle out what the Argonian had said.

"You're one of THOSE guys?"

"Hey, a hole's a hole. Bet you'd like it too."

"I never tried something like that."

"You should."

"But, I'm, uh, I...what are...I'm in charge here, and -"

Spinning along the sword's edge, Serrek pulled himself in close. With the last of his magic, his hands glowed green as he pressed them to the big bandit's head. The light flowed all over the thug, leaving him paralyzed as it took effect. The orc groaned, almost dropping his sword as he pressed his hand to his head, and the Argonian waited in anticipation to see if it was enough.

"What...what just happened? Who are you?"

Well, step up from trying to kill us, he thought.

"Oh, I'm Serrek, and the lovely guy that you're standing on is my friend, Arga. Do you mind?"

"Oh, sorry. Didn't know...when'd he get there?"

"Probably when he asked you to step on him. He's kinda freaky like that."

"Huh?"

"He likes feet. Show him, Arga."

Though the display was almost zombie-like, the other Argonian leaned up and pressed his face to the orc's bare green feet. He licked them, dragging his tongue along the ball of the foot with enough saliva to leave the skin shiny, reflecting the bit of firelight reaching the tunnel.

Despite going wide-eyed at the display, Serrek could tell the orc liked it. Or at least, part of him did. That loincloth didn't hide much at the best of times, and the rising bulge left even less to the imagination.

"Heh, I like it when he does that, too."

"He does this all the time?"

"Oh, that and more, big guy. You want to see?"

"Uh...I've never seen another guy..."

"You haven't? Then you're in for a real treat. There's something about it that you'll never get from anyone else. Come on, let's get comfortable."

Leading the big thug back to the big cavern - and making sure that Arga was looking at the orc's feet the whole way there - he arranged a small makeshift seat for the big guy using some of the loot the bandits had piled up. It was far from soft, far from comfortable, but it was something that was good enough to hold the orc's weight. Another small pile provided the orc with a footrest, and kept his big green feet up and in view of the other Argonian.

"So, big guy, you got a name?"

"Uh...Pagoth."

"Pagoth, huh? Well, why don't you wiggle those toes for my friend there, and tell him to give them a lick? I think you'll enjoy it almost as much as what he'll do next."

Serrek took a step back as Pagoth did what he was told. The black Argonian went to his hands and knees in front of the orc's feet, his eyes going from one foot to the other before he leaned closer to the right one. Arga stuck his tongue out, dragging it along the underside from heel to toe. It made a slight lapping sound, wet but quiet along the green flesh.

The orc loved it. His loincloth continued to rise as Arga licked his feet until a big green cock pushed its way free. It was absolutely massive, a full ten inches long and with a pair of balls to match. The shaft was like a human's, just bigger, and the head was throbbing and huge.

Just looking at it had Serrek's mouth watering. He grinned, fondling himself through his pants, and leaned forward.

"While my friend works on that, how about I give you a little attention?"

"You...but you're a -"

"Hey, the whole point is to see how good a guy can treat you, isn't it?"

"Well, I, uh -"

"Just trust me."

He dove forward, swallowing the head of the orc's cock in a second. The flesh was musky, already somewhat pre-soaked, and he wondered how pent up the orc must be to be leaking already. A subtler taste of sweat lay beneath it, but he ignored it, focusing more on getting as much of that cock down his throat as he could.

It was a struggle, to say the least. He could barely wrap his fingers around the base, and it throbbed in his mouth enough to tell him that it wasn't fully hard just yet. He was of two minds about that. The first was afraid of the sheer size, knowing that he couldn't take something like that, couldn't fit anything quite that big into his ass.

The other side was thinking, "Jackpot."

Slobbering over the shaft the way that Arga slobbered over the orc's feet, Serrek took inch after inch down his throat, panting around it and gagging when he reached difficult points. He always pushed past them, but it got harder and harder to do after the seventh inch down. As he hit the eighth inch, he wasn't sure that he could go any further, and he started pulling back.

"Mmph...fuck...good. Don't...don't stop."

A green hand pressed down on his head, and Serrek had just enough time to think that he had made a mistake before he was forced down the orc's cock. He went all the way to the base, his chin pressed against green balls half the size of his fist. His throat spasmed, gagging around the thick shaft in his mouth, and he thumped his palms against the orc's thighs.

He was barely there for a second before he felt the first shot of cum going down his throat. He swallowed desperately, keeping his throat clear, but it kept cumming. Pagoth's balls drew up against his chin, and the shaft swelled in his throat, actually stretching his jaws open further with each shot of cum.

Fifteen seconds later, he was able to pull back, gasping and hacking. Pagoth grinned giddily, his cock slowly falling down limp against his thigh.

"Mmm...good..."

"Yeah, good. Not as good as Arga's ass, though."

"He takes it...back there?"

"Yeah. Arga? Lift your tail."

The licking stopped in a split second, the mage lizard walking to the wall and placing his hands on it. His tail went up high, showing off a stretched hole that eagerly winked at the two of them. The sight of it seemed to breathe new life into the orc's cock, and he looked at Serrek in awe.

"I can -"

"Ooooh yeah."

"And he won't -"

"Not one bit."

Pagoth grinned before darting forward, hugging Serrek before getting to his feet. The Argonian watched with a grin as his partner was grabbed, and leaned back, folding his hands behind his head. This was going to be good...

The End