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A moment in the Imperial City

What might unite two brothers hiding in an alleyway?

Kinktober Day 1: Incest – Masturbation

A giggle. A laugh. A stroke.

They were practically a few feet away from the main avenue. The Imperial guards were watching the city, ensuring no one dared to break the Imperial City’s peace, impossible as it was with the ongoing Oblivion crisis.

Many citizens were rushing to the streets, fleeing the danger.

And yet, two dared said dangers as the hands rushed under the coats, against the belts, underneath them.

The green lips kissed, the scalie mouths met, the heads were tilted, the horns minded. The two Argonians were kissing, despite their striking resemblance. Same gaunt cheeks, same protruding bone cheeks, same curved ram horns, same blue eyes. They looked like twins. They looked so similar, in fact, that it was impossible to tell which one.

Anash and Anush.

Egg brothers whose names were not even that original. Yet, neither of the two merchants seemed to bother about their names at that moment. Not when their lips met, the tongues darted, and the blue eyes met.

“You are beautiful,” whispered Anash, one hand in his brother’s pants and pulling its content.

“No… You are,” replied Anush, similarly doing the same but with his back against the wall.

The cloaks were partially hiding what they were doing, but if people knew… And yet.

Yet, the aroma of Reptilian musk mingled between the two. Their breathing hastened as their prizes were finally pulled free from the pants. Their erections.

The cocktips were a glistening pink, needy and ready to explode. The foreskins, of a dark green, were pulled back due to the blood rushing and making the cocks throb with envy.

The lengths were veiny and ripe with energy… And the testicles were swollen underneath, bulging through the stained underwears the two had pulled out.

They were… tangling. Even their tails were joined together between their legs as their mouths met again.

“You are so beautiful,” said Anush.

“No… You are even more be autiful,” commented Anash.

The two were almost lost in that narcissistic love as they kissed, stroked, and explored one another's length. As the fingers pinched the base, they found similar sensitive spots. Then they danced upon the frenum, upward to the tip, downward to the base, where the skin formed folds.

However, their explorations, whether up or down, were short. They were not endowed like the others, not as big. Only four inches when erect. But four inches that were perfectly fine for the two as they kissed, as they caressed, as they held one another closer.

Then, with a sigh, Anash leaned forward, putting his chin on his brother’s shoulder while their cocktip touched and met, so did their hands, covered with precum and sweat.

“Ah… Brother. I missed your touch,” mumbled Anash, whispering.

“We did it three days ago,” replied Anush.

“And it was a pain to wait in between. May the hist curse those imperial fears,” continued Anash, his tail coiling even tighter with Anush’s.

It was the sign they were mates; they were together against everything.

In their little village, it was assumed they were merely good brothers. But since they left it for the city, they could become more. They could be together, married. Fire be the eggs or the family. They had one another, and that was enough.

The tails coiled tighter, the other hands rushed to meet the bellies; fat from beer and venison. On the meaty pectorals, earned by moving the heavy freight of their carriage. On the tense shoulders, on the-

“Hey! What’s happening?”

The two brothers stopped, side-eyeing towards the luminescent and crowded city artery. Blue eyes looked in the same direction, expecting the Imperial Guard to be calling them out for their display, for their love, for their exhibitionism. Instead, they saw a petty thief being thrown to the ground with an armored soldier holding him there. A poor Khajiit.

And then… The two looked at one another.

A fine and nervous smile spread across their faces, similar in many ways. Then, they laughed. They burst out laughing, shaking their heads. Even their erections were softer in their grip, though the tips were continuously delivering a hefty load of sticky precum on their palms and fingers.

“I thought that was for us.”

“Clearly, it wasn’t… Let’s do this before they look our direction, brother.”

Another kiss, another moment with their tongues mingling together. Followed the taste of piquette, of cheap meat, and even cheaper cheese. But the scent was not what drove them to kiss with a renewed desire, nor to have their body pressed so tight together it was difficult to tell which one arm belonged to whom.

Except for the hands. The hands whose grip tightened, whose touch became increasingly more intense, whose neediness became clearer.

Finally, with the cocktips palmed in the way both loved it, Anush and Anash began to masturbate. The slick sounds of their cocks being stroked, of their foreskin being pulled, filled the back-alley as much as the Reptilian musk and the sounds of their kisses.

Of their aching breaths. Of their gasps when a palm poked the urethra too much in the excitement.

They were hardly keeping it to themselves, their voices breaking in many babbling whispers.

“More”, “Less”, “Keep going”, “Faster”, “Slower”, “I’m close”, “I’m so close”.

Their voices filled the back alley like a background noise, though none of the inhabitants were around to hear, neither to that discreet well and that fragrant mushroom garden. None were aware of the couple that was getting so close, so close.

Soon enough, the signs became obvious. The teeth clicked, the jaws tensed, the breaths became whistlings. The grips changed and shifted, sometimes slipping from the small erections that were barely poking out of their pants. The horns sometimes met and clanged against each other without eliciting much pain or trouble.

The tails continued to intertwine higher and higher, like vines climbing onto one another. And yet, the anxious blue eyes continued to check the guards in the nearby street.

None were watching them, and the passerbys were too busy with their daily lives to notice them.

And so… Anush looked at Anash. And Anash looked back at Anush as their lips parted, as their legs trembled, as even their bodies shuddered.

“On… Us?”

“I wanna smell your scent on me.”

“Yours… On me. But…”

“But we will clean ourselves in the inn after. W-Warm bath?”

A nod. A shy smile, and then the lips were bitten.

Hands descended, joining the former. It was the same ritual, with the underwears pulled down to reach for the tight testicles. It was the same ritual as the fingers descended along the raphes, then palmed the testicles to get ready to squeeze them.

The strokes went faster; the sleek motions were practically a suction at that point, due to the precum sticking to everything, even the creases of the fingers.

They desired it, their breaths arduous and fast, their eyes going up and down.

“Ready?”

“Ready… Three…”

“Two…”

“One…”

At the same time, it happened. The fingers closed, tensed, pressed on the swollen and round orbs. At the same time, the two Argonians’ faces tensed. The jaws locked, the tongues returned, the whistlings followed. The hissings joined. The eyelids closed. And one Argonian fell against another as their legs cramped… And they came.

Their groin were tensing so much, the act so visible under the scales. But the two came together. Their cocks had the same bend, and they had the same height, the same body. Both cumshots were practically similar, too, and the two came onto their partner’s belly, leaving a white trail on the green scales.

For a moment of awe, surprise, and satisfaction, the two continued to stroke one another. The scent of cum hung heavy between the two as they milked their lover, making sure that all that sticky cum was dried out of their cocks, ensuring none remained when… When both raised their hands, coated in sticky white cum to lick it.

The tastes were the same, and yet.

“You taste so good.”

“I prefer yours, it is so much sweeter.”

Their tongues flicked in a ritual-like way, making sure no cum was left on their palms, fingers, or in the crevices. Then, their eyes descended upon their bellies, upon the white trails traced upon them, all similar.

“You came much more than I this time.”

“No. You did more.”

They chuckled. They chuckled when their lips met again. Their lips pressed, their tongues tasted the cum from the joined breaths while they slowly covered their deeds with fabric and clothes. All was stained underneath: cock, balls, groin, belly. But all disappeared under the clothes except for the Reptilian musk.

A perfume that belonged to them, a marking that was only theirs, as their mouth finally parted ways, and a gentle smile spread on their faces.

“That was what I needed, Anash.”

“So did I, Anush.”

Silence for a moment, then Anash leaned to lick his brother’s cheek.

“Let’s go. Otherwise, the guards might catch on.”

“Always so smart.”