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The Line Begins to Blur	By : VirusVescichetta Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 61884 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Review response: JSanchez, one of the handy things about sex is that most people tend to be rather private about it. That said, I have no doubt that at some point someone would mention something or Kai, being who he is, would probably let it slip and would have a whole new issue on his hands to deal with. Which could be a lot of fun to write, when I think about it. It will definitely be given its due consideration.

I awoke to the feeling of warm, soft flesh pressed against my chest. Pale, slit pupil eyes cracked open and I found myself greeted by Ysolda's bright red hair. A faint smile pulled at my lips as I nuzzled the tip of my snout into her hair and inhaled. She still smelled like sweat and sex and it suddenly occurred to me that I would, too, with the way I was pressed flush against her back.
"Good morning," she murmured sleepily and moved to turn around to face me. I held her still and took another breath of her scent.
"I like your hair," I muttered. She laughed softly and let me run my fingers through it. "Is it weird that I find hair interesting?"
"Do you?" she asked with a joking tone.
"Humans and elves put so much work into it, with the way you cut it and shape it. You never seem satisfied with however it naturally grows," I explained. "People with curly hair want straight hair and people with straight hair want it to have curls. And don't get me started on beards..."
"Argonians don't have to deal with any of that, do you," it was a statement more than a question.
"Not as such, no. Though I imagine some with spikes on their heads want frills or a number of horns," I chuckled. "I've always been happy enough to just ignore the things until I try to put on a shirt or something and it all goes awry."
A short yawn interrupted her quiet laugh. "Clothes give you trouble?" Ysolda seemed full of questions.
"Like you wouldn't believe," I groaned melodramatically. "If this country wasn't so frigid I'd be tempted to just walk around naked everywhere and avoid the whole mess."
"Now there's an enticing thought," she angled her head back to look at me. I leaned over her shoulder to make it easier on her neck. "I don't suppose I could convince you to just be naked whenever you're in my house, could I?"
"I'm sure we could work something out," I smirked. Staring down at her soft features and alluring lips I was reminded of our previous night. I was taken by the abrupt urge to kiss her.
She seemed to be expecting it and very willingly tilted her head back to meet my lips when I leaned down. The kiss was gentle and sensual and every bit as enjoyable as our passionate lip-locking from the night before. One of my hands ghosted down her ribs and stomach, coming to rest at her hip to knead the creamy flesh of her thigh. My other hand crept up from under her side to latch onto her breast.
A breathy moan passed her lips to mine. Her hand reached up to cup my cheek, though as I played with her breast for longer and longer I started to feel her nails bite against my scales. For a brief instant I was reminded of the beast's claws that gave me the scars streaking down the left side of my face but I hastily banished the thought.
My hand grew impatient at her thigh and seemed to decide on its own that it wanted to be in the warmth between her legs. I found her already damp with want and proudly smirked against her lips before she broke away in a gasp. I rubbed lazy circles around the hardening bump at the tip of her slit. "This is kind of embarrassing, but I have a question," I muttered against her neck as I showered it with light nips and kisses.
She hummed in response that I took to be a go ahead. "What's this thing called? Argonian females are lacking it, if memory serves," I asked. "Unless I just left a few women thoroughly unsatisfied by inexperience."
A light blush added to the colour of Ysolda's cheeks. I wondered for a moment what purpose embarrassment served when I had a hand buried in the dark curls of her crotch. "It's called a clitoris," she said between gasps and moans.
"A clitoris? Odd name for it," I muttered to myself.
"Considering how much difficulty men seem to have finding it I think a woman had to have named it," she said with some mix of a moan and a laugh.
"...I don't know whether to be offended or not," I tried my best to frown but couldn't do it. I opted instead slide my middle finger into her moist passage. She moaned loudly and moved her hand to grasp her free breast. I wondered faintly how comfortable it could be to have her nails digging into her flesh but considering the way her eyes were screwed shut and her mouth hung slightly open I figured she knew better than me.
A second finger pushed its way into her sex but a hand on my wrist stopped me before I could get going. "Just fuck me," she groaned wantonly. There was an edge of desperation to her voice.
"If you insist," I chuckled and pulled my fingers from the warm embrace of her core. I smeared a trail of her juices along her hip and I only barely resisted the urge to lick her clean. I gave into the other desire I was struck with and pushed myself up to my knees and guided her until she was on hers before me.
A smile I couldn't quite identify graced Ysolda's lips. She pushed herself up on her hands and looked over her shoulder at me. After a moment I finally figured out the expression to simply be one of lust. When I caught her expression I threw the temptation to tease her a little more out the window. The hot, slick clutch of her pussy was just as welcoming as it had been mere hours before.
Moans, gasps and hisses of pleasure filled the room as I fucked her. The fact that I couldn't see Ysolda's face and breasts was rectified slightly by the lovely view I had of her ass and shapely hips. I ran my hands across the milky white skin of her buttocks, fascinated by the softness and smoothness of it. I imagined for a moment trying this with an Argonian woman and almost laughed at the ridiculousness of it. The trouble I would have with the tail would make the entire affair an effort in futility. This was something I could only do with a human or elf, and I was more than okay with that.
I don't know what bizarre, sadistic thought possessed me a moment later, but before I even realized what I was doing I had landed a sharp swat across Ysolda's backside. My eyes shot wide at my own action. She let out a surprised but very pleased cry and looked at me over her shoulder with lust-laden eyes.
She stared at me for several seconds before I got the hint and landed another quick slap to her ass. This one brought forth a moan and a sharp, brief tightening of her pussy around my hard cock. I was about to land another smack when she pushed herself up so she was pressed against my chest. Her head turned back and captured my lips in a kiss while she grabbed my hand and forced it to her crotch. I needed no insistence and happily obliged her silent request by rubbing my fingers across her clitoris.
"Harder," she pleaded against my lips. I couldn't tell if she meant my thrusts or my hand and decided it was best to hedge my bet and put more energy into both.
It wasn't long before I was railing into her at an absolute fury and my fingers were a blur across her clitoris. It also wasn't long before she was screaming aloud. She released my lips and let her head fell forward when her body began to shake and convulse with her orgasm. Her screams turned to sobs that I hoped desperately were still in pleasure. The sheer tightness of her pulsing sex quickly drew out my own orgasm. Nonetheless, I kept up my pace for as long as my body would allow. The sexual frenzy my body had been worked into wouldn't allow anything less until I finally felt my own release pulse into her eager and spent sex.
Her body went nearly limp in my arms and I gently withdrew from her. I guided us both down to the bed as softly as I could. Tiny shakes still rattled through Ysolda's body, though I wasn't much better with the light quiver I had with every movement I made. No amount of gasping seemed to get any air into our lungs. My muscles felt weak, my bones slack slack and every fibre of my body buzzed with post-coital euphoria.
I pushed myself up to rest on my elbows. "You okay?" I asked after regaining enough of my breath to speak.
"Oh yes," she giggled weakly. "I feel like I don't have any bones left and it's amazing."
I smiled but said nothing. I didn't think much of any words were needed at that moment. I leaned down on shaking muscles and pressed a soft kiss against her lips that she was happy to reciprocate.
"I should probably get going. I have a pretty long trip ahead of me," I whispered at length.
"Where are you going?" she asked curiously.
"A place called Ivarstead," I answered as I stood up from the bed. "Apparently that's how I get to High Hrothgar."
That seemed to get her attention. She hastily sat up and stared at me. "Why would you need to go to High Hrothgar?" she asked. I noticed she had a little trouble keeping herself steady and had to suppress a proud smirk.
"The Greybeards summoned me. I'm a Dragonborn or something, it would seem," I shrugged as though it were trivial.
"D-Dragonborn?" Ysolda looked in awe. I didn't very much like it.
I fidgeted a little as I gathered up and donned my armour from around the room. "Don't look at me like that. I'm still nothing special. Just an Argonian who can yell really loud when he needs to." I looked across her naked body at the edge of the bed and my tongue swept across my lips. "Though I generally prefer to make other people yell really loud."
A pretty blush coloured the woman's cheeks and neck and she looked away with a bashful smile. "You have to know how important it is to be the Dragonborn," she said after a moment.
"I'd rather just be a random lizard no one pays attention," I pulled my eyes away from her gorgeous form.
I didn't notice her approach until she was standing immediately before me. I looked down to see her staring up at me with a soft smile. "What if I told you being the Dragonborn made you more sexy?" she asked in an innocent tone.
"I wasn't sexy before?" I asked back with a slight smirk.
"You were passable," she joked. "Now? I don't think I'll have a clean pair of undergarments again while I'm around you."
I pressed a quick kiss to her lips to keep her from continuing. If I didn't leave immediately there was a good chance I was going to end up having her back on the bed and I'd never get out.

"Are these roads usually so quiet?" I asked my housecarl as we prepared a small camp just off the road. We had travelled for almost the entire day, deciding to stop only when the skies began to darken and the horizon at our back became splashed with colour in the sunset. I had to admit that the deep orange, red and purple bursting from the mountains looked rather picturesque.
The surrounding vegetation was rather sparse around out little camp and offered little cover, but I figured that with the two of us we'd be able to split the watch and always have a pair of keen eyes watching for trouble. There was even a small river down a rather steep slope nearby that had a pleasant abundance of fish swimming in its clear waters.
"Most towns are fairly autonomous. The only people who heavily use the roads are the Khajiit caravans and bandits," she explained. "There is trade between cities and holds but most of it's done through the caravans."
"And they're usually a bit too heavily armed for most thieves to really think attacking them worthwhile," I said and received a nod in response. "I'm used to Cyrodiilic roads. They're always busy and always swarming with bandits. Though the bandits don't tend to ask for more than a hundred septims or so, which I always thought is kind of weird."
"Most people tend to carry more than a hundred and if it's worth their life they're likely willing to part with it. Perhaps the thieves simply assume it's an easy amount to gain from a great number of people," Lydia suggested.
"Yeah, I guess that makes sense," I agreed as I piled some brush in a small pit I had scraped out of the ground. The fire wouldn't be large, but then it didn't need to be. "You like fish?" I'm sure the question seemed random to my housecarl, if her surprised expression were any indication.
"Yes, actually," she said after a moment.
"Good. I'm going to go dive in that river and grab some supper," I said with a quick motion of my head towards the stream in question.
She looked up and down the road and gave a quick nod. "That sounds like a good plan. Would you like me to accompany you, my Thane?" I noted a teasing tone to her voice.
"Yes, I would," I held back a chuckle at her raised brow. Apparently she hadn't thought I'd actually ask her to come along.
"Very well," she accepted simply and followed me down to the river.
"Think we'll make it to Ivarstead tomorrow?" I asked as I undid the plethora of straps and buckles holding my armour on.
Lydia nodded. "Yes. We should make it there by midday tomorrow if we travel straight there."
"Good," I nodded back. "I'd like this whole Greybeard business over and done with as quickly as possible so I can get back to doing nothing with my life." I noticed her give me a strange look I couldn't quite identify when I began slipping the straps of my armoured pants free.
"Is that...necessary?" she asked with some small bit of hesitation.
I gave her a questioning look with an arched brow. "I don't feel like having the leather around my crotch get and more tight and constrictive than it needs to be. Why? Is there a problem?"
"It is as you said, my Thane," she said and looked away. I could swear she had a slight blush painting her cheeks. "Your body doesn't look very much different from a human's under your armour." She chuckled quietly and I thought for a moment that it might have been in an attempt to alleviate her embarrassment. "Even with the scales and the tail."
"...Well then enjoy the show," I said with as much false bravado as I could before shucking off my trousers and kicking them onto the pile of armour beside the river. "Unless you don't much enjoy the sight of a naked man swimming around catching fish. Then you're going to have to suffer for a couple minutes."
I felt somewhat accomplished at the light laugh I got out of the woman and she seemed suddenly much more comfortable. "You're usually only naked for a couple minutes at a time then, my Thane?" she teased, suddenly seeming much more comfortable.
"How long am I expected to last with a mouth full of fish?" I asked airily in return. My comment earned me a scoff that was interrupted by a quick bout of laughter.
"That was actually rather clever," Lydia said with a smirk and sat down at the edge of the stream. "Did you just come up with that comment off your cuff?"
"Nope. Been saving it," I joked with a smirk as my eyes watched the water closely for any sign of movement.
At the first flash of silvery scales I slipped into the water and shot towards the fish like an arrow. Powerful legs and tail propelled me through the water as I flew along after the fish I had spotted. I managed to catch it in my teeth after only a few seconds when I caught sight of another one within reach. My hand shot out, cutting through the water I was born to live and breath in like a knife and captured the second fish in claw-tipped fingers.
I broke the surface near the middle of the river and plucked the first fish from my teeth with free hand before tossing both onto the shore to drown in the open air. "Am I expected to eat something that's already been in your mouth, my Thane?" Lydia asked, though her smirk betrayed it as a joke.
I shrugged with a similar smile on my face. "I don't know. Would you be willing to kiss me?" I asked and was instantly concerned I had crossed some previously unknown line. My mind raced for ways to play it off as a joke if I needed to.
It seemed she took it as one regardless and gave me another entertained scoff. "Clear your mouth of the taste of raw fish and perhaps I will consider it," she said with an amused grin.
I thought of simply laughing and ending it there, but a new side of me that had been awakened by my unexpected successes since coming to Skyrim decided that this had to be taken a few steps further. I looked down at the waters of the river flowing around my chest. It would be a simple matter to dip my head down, rinse my mouth and offer the challenge to Lydia.
Before I had a chance to enact my plan, though, the sound of movement from the other bank caught our attention. My head snapped up to behold a great beast leaping at me from the shore. It looked like a giant cat with two massive canines hanging from its mouth like a pair of sickles. I barely had time to duck my head under the water and throw my arms up to protect myself before it came crashing down on me in the river.
It broke the surface immediately after me, paws outstretched and tipped with what may as well have been daggers for its claws. I gripped its neck with my hands and kept its gaping, razor-filled maw at arm's length. Unfortunately this left me vulnerable to its claws which found their place locked tightly in the flesh of my shoulders. We tumbled through the river and I was immensely grateful for my ability to breath underwater or there would have been no chance of my survival. Without drowning to worry about, though, I could focus on the much more pointed threat of this beast's fangs.
I released its neck with one hand and gave into my second instinct to jam my thumb as deeply as I could into its eye socket. Even underwater its roar of pain was nearly deafening. It whipped its head back and snapped its teeth at my offending hand. The water slowed me down just enough to prevent me from escaping all injury and its incredibly sharp teeth carved a deep gouge in my forearm.
The injured eye still gave me time to plant my feet in its stomach and kick it away. I swam towards the nearest shore as quickly as I could, though the beast still managed to swipe my foot with a rather vicious set of claws. When I hit the ground and scrambled onto land I found myself on the opposite shore from my housecarl. "Lydia! Sword! Now!" I shouted in a hurried slur I prayed she understood.
The beast was just bursting forth from the water when I saw the glint of metal come sailing through the air overhead. A rather large part of me considered Lydia insane for throwing me an unsheathed blade but that very likely saved my life. The animal leapt at me again just as my blade reached me. The instant my fingers were coiled around the rough leather of my sword's hilt I dropped to my back and held it out.
The massive weight of the brute's body crushed me into the ground and I felt the pommel of my sword jam into my stomach. The wind was thrown from my body and for a few tense seconds I wondered if my death was at hand. When the beast atop me failed to stir and maul me, though, I knew my foolish instinct had worked. "Not quite how I'd like to have a wet pussy crammed against my face," I muttered as I rolled the animal off.
"Are you alright, my Thane?" Lydia called out. I could hear the worry in her voice.
"Ever notice that the only time anyone ever asks 'are you alright' is when the person is very clearly not alright?" I returned with a pained chuckle. Even from my place across the river I could hear her relieved sigh.
I swam back across the stream to rejoin my housecarl. "You know, usually when I'm wet, naked and covered in blood I've had a lot more fun than that," I joked with a wince.
Lydia frowned as she looked me over. "You're...rather badly injured," she seemed inclined to point out the obvious.
"I've had worse," I shrugged and instantly regretted the action. It didn't do much to help ease the searing pain in my torn shoulders. "Still, if you'd fetch me my trousers I'd be rather grateful."
"Your foot should probably be tended to first..."
"Pants now. Healing later. I don't care how badly you want to see me naked," I waved at her in an almost dismissive way.
"It isn't..." she abruptly cut herself off when she seemed to realize I was baiting her. With a sigh that bordered on sounding annoyed she turned and grabbed my pants from the pile of leather and chain mail.
"Thanks. I really didn't want to bend over," I smiled slightly and very gently slipped my torn-up foot through my pant leg. Pain lanced up my leg but I did my best to ignore it. A couple of minutes wasn't likely to make a difference and I had grown fed up with being naked and vulnerable.
Lydia picked up the rest of my equipment despite my protests. "I am sworn to carry your burdens," she said in an almost contrived way. I took solace that I was still apparently allowed to carry the fish back.
"I still maintain you just want to see me naked," I murmured under my breath.
"And if I did?" she looked over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow.
I stumbled slightly in my limping after her. I was surprised she had actually heard me. "Well...I'd be somewhat surprised. I mean, I am kind of scaly. Most of the humans I've met in life haven't found me to be particularly appealing." The qualifier "most" echoed a few times in my head.
"True," she admitted and set my gear down next to the campfire. "You're also in good enough physical condition to fight a sabre cat and win. That's no small feat. Though I have to wonder why you didn't just use your magic."
I felt my skin heat uncomfortably. "It's...not my first instinct," I chuckled in an embarrassed tone. "I didn't have much time to actually think about what I was doing. I just ducked under the water and jammed my thumb knuckle-deep into its eye socket the instant I could." I lifted my foot to inspect the damage and found it carved with a trio of deep gashes. "Though magic might be a good plan now."
An increasingly familiar golden glow enveloped my hands when I conjured the only restoration spell I knew. Lydia sat and watched in silence as my skin and muscle knit back together. After a few seconds all that remained of my injury were three pale lines. "New scars to add to the pile," I chuckled and repeated the process with my shoulders.
"Some of your scars certainly look unique," Lydia remarked. "I have to admit that I've been quite curious about how you got the ones running down your cheek."
I paused in reaching for my tunic. "I...got a bit carried away fighting an animal when I was a teenager," I shook my head at the memory. "Black Marsh has a lot of very unfriendly beasts and some of us consider it something of a rite of passage to kill one. Some of us go a bit out of our league, too. These scars are what's left of getting half my face torn off."
"What kind of beast did that?" my housecarl asked as I replaced my armour.
"It's called a thrinax," I said and set about cleaning the fish I had caught with a knife. "Think of a bear, but covered in hard scales and with much larger teeth and claws. Not to mention a tail that can break a man's leg without too much trouble and a temper that makes that sabre cat look downright tame. And I decided to try and kill one with a dagger."
"...What in the world possessed you to do that?"
"Male pride, mostly," I answered with a flippant shrug while spearing the now headless, tailless and gutless fish on sticks next to the fire to cook. "That and my brother told me I couldn't. I did manage to kill it, after about half an hour of the most gruelling fighting of my life. Almost half my scars are just from that one fight, actually."
"You have a terrible habit of getting yourself into bad situations," Lydia said with a frown.
"And I have an amazing habit of getting myself out of them," I replied with a grin. "Honestly, I don't know how I'm still alive and breathing. Maybe one of the gods was making sure that their precious Dragonborn didn't kick the bucket before he had to do...whatever it is a Dragonborn does."
"That seems possible," Lydia agreed with my ridiculous suggestion.
My grin instantly vanished. "I was joking. I much prefer the idea that I've actually gotten myself out of most of the hairier situations. I can do without some aedra interfering in my business, thank you very much. Or daedra, for that matter. Or any kind of otherwordly being."
An expression came over the woman's face that said she had just clued into something. "Hold on. You just mentioned a brother. You've never talked about your family before."
"Neither have you," I tried to avoid the impending question. "Besides, I talk about myself all the time as it is. Maybe it's about time I got to know my housecarl a little better, hm?" I spun the fish around to make sure both sides cooked evenly while she told me of her family.
"I was born and raised in Whiterun. It's the only place I've ever called home and I've served it faithfully as a guard and as a soldier, just as my father did before me. My mother used to help in the Temple of Kynareth, up in the wind district. She died of illness and my father died fighting bandits while I was a teenager and I never had any brothers or sisters," she explained very succinctly. "Now it's your turn."
"I was born in Black Marsh and left home about four years ago. Since then I've pretty much just wandered around. Spent most of that time in Cyrodiil, working as a guard or a hired sword or some other such low-profile job. Even spent some time in Elsweyr and Hammerfell. Never bothered poking my head into Valenwood; too close to the Summerset Isles. The only real reason I was coming to Skyrim was because it was somewhere I'd never been," I picked up one of the cooked fish and handed it to Lydia. "Watch out for the bones. I didn't bother taking them out because these aren't pike and they probably aren't going to choke you to death if you're careful."
We ate in silence for a few moments before she spoke up again. "You still haven't mentioned your family," she said past a small mouthful of fish.
"No, I haven't," I said as I stuck my hand in my pack. "Apple?" I offered the fruit clutched in my hand.
She took it wordlessly and simply stared at me while I grabbed my own apple. I sighed and gave in, at least slightly. "None of them are dead, as far as I know. It's been a few years since I saw any of them," I chuckled dryly and took another bite of my fish. "I can't imagine my parents were terribly pleased when I left home."
"You didn't tell them you were leaving or say goodbye?" If there was one thing I truly enjoyed about my housecarl, it was her simply curiosity. There was never judgement or accusation in her questions.
"Not really, no," I shrugged. "They'd have done something foolish like try and convince me to stay. There was really no reason for me to, though, and I was going a bit stir-crazy just sitting around our home. I wanted to get out and see the world a bit, you know?"
"Do you ever plan on going back?"
I mulled the question over as I chewed my food. "...Maybe," I answered eventually. "I've thought about it. I just don't see much point. I like wandering around. I'm just another random lizard out here, you know?"
"But you're not. You're the Dragonborn," she argued.
"Well I never asked to be," I muttered and finished my food. I was suddenly feeling very sore and tired, like the day's labours had finally settled their weight on me. "You want the first or second watch?" I asked despite my exhaustion.
I received a smile in return that surprised me with its gentleness. "I will take first watch, my Thane. You've had a tiring day."
"I've had a tiring five minutes to end the day on," I scoffed and chuckled. "Just kick me in the ribs whenever you want to go to sleep."

A/N: Dialogue-heavy chapters are a pain in the ass to write. They feel so boring. Still, I like most of the conversation in this chapter, even if it is pretty one-sided. I also like that I don't have much to say so this won't turn into a stupid rant. Leave a review if you'd be so kind and as always I'll be happy to get back you when I can.
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