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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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Lydia's sharp gasp startled me and drew my attention while I was tightening down the straps of my armour. "Hey, take it easy," I said when I saw she had strained her ribs trying to get up. "Just stay in bed, alright? I know you may not be fond of the idea but you've gotta rest and let yourself heal."

"You are going out," she stated rather than asked.

"One of us has to earn our keep and I don't think it's gonna be the crippled one," I nodded. "Besides, I have to pick up more healing potions. That one you drank was the last we had."

"You finished it off," she pointed out.

"And I feel fit as a fiddle for it," I chuckled.

"...It doesn't seem right that you should be out there without me to keep you safe, my Thane," Lydia said after a moment of silence.

I waved off her concern while I took note that she seemed rather random about which title to refer to me as. "I'm the one who managed to get out of that dragon fight relatively uninjured," I snorted. Actually, I had probably broken a couple of ribs in the fight and my arm had felt like it had been brutalized, but a mouthful of alchemical curative did wonders for speeding up my Histskin. At least it had been easy to ignore my aches and pains when I had Lydia's naked body to distract me from them.

"Just make sure you hurry back. I wouldn't want to be left all alone in this cold room," I was shocked at the pout she directed my way.

"You're downright feminine when we're alone now," I laughed. "I'll be back once I've got something to help you get fixed up. Then I'll figure out a way to work off the cost of staying here."

"Don't we have enough money for the room?"

"Probably, but I don't like spending money when I don't have to," I said with a shrug and made my way to the door. "I'll try not to be gone for too long. If you go to sleep, make sure you're tucked in pretty tight. You move around a lot in your sleep," I called back on my way out.

"Perhaps you should do that for me, my Thane," she suggested in a voice that I presumed she intended to sound sexy.

"I guess we should make sure you don't push yourself too hard," I chuckled and turned around to return to the bed. It only took a moment to pack a blanket around her to make sure she couldn't jostle her ribs too hard in her sleep.

I was about to stand back up when her hands darted to my face to catch me. It took no insisting for me to bend down and press my lips to hers in a deep kiss. If this continued every time I had to leave I figured I could live with that. I slid my hand up her body from her hip to her chest against the blanket covering her. I could just feel the shape of her curves through the thick fabric. My fingers' journey ended at her cheek and I gave her an affectionate stroke. "Make sure you get some rest," I advised before finally taking my leave.

On my way out the door I grabbed a couple of books from my pack and set them down on the bedside table. It occurred that she might like something to do while I was gallivanting around town. "Hurry back, my Thane," I heard her call after me when I left.

The air outside the inn was chilly enough that I was thankful for my cloak. I noticed my breaths passing my lips as small puffs of vapour and wondered what month it had gotten to without my notice. It felt like Evening Star but it couldn't have been later than mid-Sun's Dusk. I looked around for something that may direct me to an apothecary and instead found my eyes on a young Dunmer woman being harassed by a couple of humans.

Despite my plans to ignore the likely commonplace issue and simply continue on my way I found my feet walking towards the group. I grumbled at my own hero complex getting me into another fight before reaching them. "What are you doing out of the Grey Quarter, elf?" the first man said. He was a tall Nord with dirty blonde hair.

"I'm allowed to go to the market like anyone else, Rolff," the girl shot back. By the look of her, I had to guess she wasn't quite out of her teens.

"Surely you're not trying to interfere with this fine lady's grocery shopping," I interjected as I arrived. "That just seems petty and ill-spirited."

"Who in Oblivion do you think you are?" the second man narrowed his eyes at me. He stood at about the same height as his companion, though he was a touch bulkier around his shoulders. He had the musculature of a dock worker, I noted.

"The only one around here with manners enough to offer this young woman an escort to the market, apparently," I replied with a sly smirk. I turned a disarming smile towards the Dunmer woman. "If she'd like me to, of course."

"I'd be delighted to have such a fine guardian," she said with a returned smile. She was rather pretty, I had to admit, though she looked a touch younger than me. I caught a glimpse of startlingly white teeth behind ruddy grey lips and realized I was staring.

"It's a sad day when a beast outdoes a man in etiquette," I chuckled and brushed past the Nord men.

The blonde one, Rolff, caught my shoulder in a rough grip on my way by. "What was that, leatherback?" he snarled and spun me around.

I resisted the urge to punch him. It wouldn't do for me to throw the first punch. I imagined the guards took a dim enough view of Argonians and Dunmer as it stood. I unclenched my fists a little and levelled a cool, challenging stare on the man. "I said you're a racist prick," I let a touch of my accent add a harsh click to the sentence. "Look, if you're going to pick a fight, it shouldn't be with someone who can kick your teeth in. Friendly advice."

"You honestly think you could beat me in a fight?"

"...Listen, sir..." the Dunmer girl seemed ill-at-ease with someone getting hurt over her. Or for beating a man over her, for that matter.

I didn't feel like I was going to lose any sleep over it. "A hundred septims thinks I can," I challenged with a smirk. I felt a rush of blood lust pound through my veins at the prospect of a fight.

"I'm supposed to believe an Argonian has a hundred septims?" Rolff sneered.

"It doesn't matter if I do. It isn't a fight I'm likely to lose," I shot right back. "Beating some self-righteous bigot with no manners to the ground isn't much of a fight to begin with, though."

I finally struck at the man's pride enough for him to take a swing at me. I took a step back and gently pushed the Dunmer woman out of the way. I ducked to the side of the next punch and threw a sharp jab back. I was actually a little surprised when the man avoided it and managed to finally catch me with a quick hook.

The attack didn't hurt or particularly faze me but it gave me enough push to move Rolff around to my side. My tail snapped like a whip from beneath my cloak and cracked into his open ribs. He let out a sharp gasp of pain and buckled slightly from the unexpected blow. I took advantage of his stumble and spun around with a long punch that caught him across the temple. I caught his hair while he fell to hold him in place long enough for my knee to connect with his cheek.

He hit the snow covered stone with a dull thud. "Bastard," he growled and pushed himself to his feet.

"Are you serious?" I narrowed my eyes at him. "If you come at me again, I'm going to break something."

His eyes narrowed back before he let his head fall in defeat. "You have bested me, Argonian. I am humbled."

"So long as you learned something," I lowered my hands to my sides.

He tossed me a coin purse. "Looks like the money was on to something," he said with something that looked between a smile and a grimace.

The two Nords left and I turned to the almost-forgotten Dunmer woman. "Sorry about all that," I said with an embarrassed chuckle. "I don't get along well with jackasses."

"You're an effective escort, I have to give you that much," she said with another smile. She offered her hand to me. "Taryn."

"Kai," I replied and took her hand in mine. I was struck by how much smaller the woman was than me. Perhaps I had simply been around Lydia for so long that a civilian girl just seemed small in comparison. From what I could see through the thick wool clothes Taryn was rather slender, though her firm handshake belied a subtle strength. I imagined the girl could be quite agile, had she the mind to be.

She gave my hand a tug and led me to the market. The way she danced through the crowds there confirmed my suspicions. While she busied herself with buying whatever provisions she was after I stepped into the nearby apothecary, a shop called the White Phial. Inside was a male human behind a counter covered in potions and ingredients on display. "Good day, sir," he greeted me with a polite smile that I returned.

It was a pleasantly simple matter of buying what I needed and leaving. It had been ages since a transaction had gone so simply. I found Taryn still busying herself with surveying some vegetables. I was about to join her when a soldier dressed in a vaguely familiar blue uniform approached me. "Are you the Argonian that fought the dragon yesterday?" he asked.

My lips pulled back in an annoyed frown. "I'm the one that killed it, yeah. What do you want?" I didn't bother wasting time with being polite. I knew what the man was there for.

"Ulfric Stormcl-"

"No," I cut him off. The man sputtered for a moment at my interjection. "I said no. He wants me to come visit him and I'm refusing. If he wanted to chat he should've sent one of his guards, not one of his soldiers."

"Who are you to deny the true High King of Skyrim, Argonian?" he sounded terribly offended.

"I am Dovahkiin," the air around us shook slightly with my Voice and I glanced around to make sure I hadn't bothered anyone with it. The soldier looked suitably cowed. "Is it really so angering to learn that whatever powers that be govern the world don't care about race?" I shot him a sharp glare.

He didn't reply. He just withered under my glare and left to carry my refusal back to his precious commander.

"That was quite the display," Taryn chimed as she came up beside me. Apparently I had missed her before. "Dovalking, huh? What's that?"

"...It's Dovahkiin," I corrected her.

"I know that," she said with an amused grin. "So, a legendary hero kindly fought for my honour."

"Some random Argonian who pokes his nose into other people's business got in a fight with a racist asshole," I corrected her again. I was worried considerably that the starstruck look in her eyes didn't diminish.

"Your humility suits you," she said with a happy laugh. "It's just...You're the one that killed the dragon that attacked yesterday."

"You overheard that, too?" I chuckled.

"No, I didn't hear you say that," Taryn laughed again and shook her head. "But I heard that some Argonian had done it. It didn't occur to me that it would be you. It would explain why you weren't very worried about fighting Rolff Stone-Fist."

"A fistfight with a human doesn't really compare, no," I said with a grin. I offered to escort her back to her home and she happily agreed. I thought that maybe I had made an error in continuing with the energetic girl as I followed her down the streets of Windhelm. We passed by the inn and I unconsciously laid my hand on the potions of healing strapped to my belt. She bounced jubilantly ahead, humming some foreboding tune. I recognized it as a song about the Dragonborn that had been sung throughout the inns and taverns of Skyrim.

My brain saw some potential with a starstruck young woman taking me back to her home. It flickered through my mind that I had never had sex with a female mer before. I pondered on whether or not my current luck with women in Skyrim would hold out.

I snapped my head around just as the inn escaped my field of vision. Would Lydia be pissed off if I had sex with someone else while she was in the same town? Crippled in bed, with the potions for her healing strapped to my waist, no less. I let out an almost dejected sigh at what could have been and saw that Taryn had stopped up ahead.

"Hurry up! You aren't doing much of a job of escorting me way back there!" she shouted at me.

"I'm keeping a wide range of view," I shouted back.

"What are you going to do back there? Yell at my would-be attackers to stop?"

I laughed at that. "You'd be shocked at how well that works," I said with a wide grin. "So this is your home?" I asked and gestured towards the house. It looked old, but well taken care of.

"Yes. Thank you for being my escort for the day," she said with a polite bow.

I returned the bow with a flourish. "Anything for an excuse to spend some time with a pretty lady," I replied. "Now then, I shall return to my business of slaying dragons and beating up men in the streets for money." I gave a short wave over my shoulder and walked off.

"See you later, Dovahkiin!" her call was followed by the sound of a door shutting.

I let out a long-suffering sigh. "Did she have to tell everybody?" I grumbled and tried to ignore the eyes trailing after me. It was hard keeping a low profile as a living legend.

I returned to the inn to find Lydia asleep. She was still tucked in, though she had rolled to lay partly on her side. I leaned over her slumbering form and gently straightened her out. My hand lingered on her shoulder for a moment and I briefly debated kissing her. Not wanting to disturb her, I decided against it and put one of the healing potions on the bedside table. I noted that one of the books had moved and acquired a mark between its pages. The others went in our packs and I left as quietly as I had arrived. She would be better off resting and when she awoke she would have her curative readily available.

When I arrived at the front desk I found the woman from the night before there and wondered how much she worked the place. I figured she was the owner, if all her time was spent there. "Come to pay your rent?" she asked as I approached.

I scratched the back of my head. "Yeah, about that...I don't really have that much money," I lied. "There isn't that much to be made just kinda travelling from place to place, killing dragons."

"Is that all you do?" she asked incredulously.

"That and just kind of do odd jobs," I continued flippantly. She actually looked like she believed I was broke. "So, think there's any way I can just work to earn my keep here?"

She looked me up and down and nodded. "You look fit enough to swing an axe, and there's always firewood to chop. Go speak with Nils," she said and directed me back down the hall to the end.

I found the kitchen there and poked my head inside. "Hello?" I called out and immediately felt somewhat foolish for doing so. The man inside looked surprised to see me and cleared his throat in a way that sounded like he was uncomfortable seeing me.

"Something I can help you with?" he asked as his expressive changed to a more curious one. I figured he just didn't like the idea of some random Argonian sticking his head into the kitchen.

"Yeah, I'm a little short on funds so Elda said to talk to you about helping with some chores to earn my keep," I explained.

He seemed sceptical but nonetheless gave me a curt nod. "If you're so eager for work, there's wood and an axe out back," he said with a gesture to the door at the back of the kitchen.

I thanked him for the help and went as directed. I hefted the axe in my hands and slipped my cloak off my shoulders before setting to work. The sound of wood splitting under my swings brought back memories of my time in Riverwood. A slight smile tugged at my mouth as I thought of the days spent chopping wood and making equipment in the quiet village. I almost felt disappointed that this time there would be no Camilla to bring me water and try to nonchalantly stare at my unclothed physique. Not that I was likely to remove my tunic this time, I thought as a sharp breeze brought out a shiver.

I had to chuckle and shake my head at myself. There was a gorgeous young woman that I knew found me attractive enough to consider laying with me not a hundred feet away in the room inside and I was disappointed there wouldn't be another available. I was truly being spoiled by my time in Skyrim.

I returned to reality when I reached for another piece of wood to chop and found myself grasping air. I blinked a couple times at the pile of cleft lumber and pondered how long I had been working. I had completely lost track of time. The thick clouds overhead and the constant flakes of snow drifting down made it hard to tell. Judging by the layer of white fluff covering my discarded cloak, though, I had to guess that I had been outside for a fair while. I was thankful that my work had kept my body warm.

After organizing the firewood outside next to the door I gathered up a bundle and made my way inside. "Done," I announced as I entered.

Nils looked up from the food he was cooking and shot me a look I could only describe as incredulous. "What do you mean, done? Surely you haven't chopped all that wood already."

"Unless there's another bunch hidden somewhere," I answered with a shrug.

He gave a quick shout into the hallway for someone to come grab the food and walked to the back door. He only stuck his head out but that seemed to be enough. "Talos's Voice, you actually chopped it all," Nils said with an impressed tone. "I'd say that should be more than enough, at least for today. You certainly saved me a fair bit of work."

A girl I didn't recognize came back a moment later to grab a pair of bowls of what looked to be stew. I was reminded that the food I had asked for the night before had never arrived, though to be fair I wasn't in much of a mind to notice at the time. We exchanged polite nods of greeting before my attention returned to the man. "What can I do to get some food for me and mine?" I asked him.

"Talk to Elda about more work. I'll get started on getting you some food ready," he replied, though he quite pointedly avoided eye contact with me. "Try not to forget about it this time."

My hand went to the back of my neck in a familiar gesture of embarrassment. "Yeah, sorry about last night. I guess I just...got a little preoccupied." I left the kitchen towards the front desk and let out a short sigh. "Great...so he probably saw us last night. Well, at least he wasn't weird about it."

"Hello there. Did you see Nils?" Elda asked when I arrived.

"Yeah, I chopped all his wood and he seemed pretty pleased about it. Anything I can do to earn some food?"

"We just had someone check out, so if you could clean up their room I'd consider your room and board paid up in full."

I gave the woman a shrug and something akin to a nod. "Whatever. Just as long as I can stay here and eat I'm happy."

When I returned to the room about an hour later I found Lydia awake with a half-empty bottle of the curative I had left in the room and the marked book in her lap. I nudged a chair over to the bed with my foot and set her food down next to the potion. "Seems like all this place makes for food is stew," I laughed and sat down beside her.

"I don't care what it is, so long as it's food," Lydia smiled at me and reached for the bowl. She quickly flinched back and pressed a hand to her side. I immediately felt bad for having both the potion and the books in a similar position.

"Easy there. You know, you do have four or five broken ribs. That isn't gonna get fixed up in one night," I chided her gently.

She frowned at me and I withheld the urge to laugh. "It hardly seems fair that you're fully healed and I'm crippled in bed."

"Actually, I'm still pretty damn sore," I admitted and set my food down in lieu of picking up hers. "Spending most of the day chopping wood and getting into fights hasn't done me any good, either."

"I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that you couldn't go a single day without picking a fight with someone," Lydia let out an exasperated sigh. She turned a wary gaze to the bowl of stew held before her. "Are you actually planning on feeding me, my Thane?"

"Well, since you can't do it yourself I figure I kinda have to," I grinned at the woman. "Come on, it isn't like you have any reason to be embarrassed. I woulda thought you might relax around me after last night."

Perhaps it was her pride that made the idea so unappealing. I wanted to shake my head at how useless pride was. I figured I ought to know, considering how often my own got me into trouble. She stared somewhat defiantly at me for a moment before she let out a defeated sigh. "Very well, my Thane."

I gave her what I hoped was a warm smile and set about feeding her the hot meal. "How do you decide whether to call me Thane or Prince?" I asked as she chewed.

"I just pick whichever feels right at the time," she answered simply.

"Saves the trouble of flipping a septim every time, I suppose," I said with a short chuckle.

Another length of silence stretched between us as I fed my housecarl. It took a minute, but by about the third spoonful of food she had a light blush dusting her cheeks. I chuckled again at her embarrassment. It seemed an odd thing to be embarrassed about, being fed. I certainly wouldn't have found much wrong with the prospect of our positions being reversed, other than the broken ribs part. I figured it had something to do with my Argonian pragmatism.

I set her empty bowl down once she was done eating and returned to mine. It had gone a little cold but I didn't much care. It still tasted fine. "...Thank you," Lydia said a little hesitantly.

"We've gotta take care of each other," I said around a mouthful of stew with a careless shrug. When I noticed her looking at it I passed Lydia the remainder of the healing potion. She drained the rest of her curative while I finished my food. "I don't know about you, but I'm pretty damn tired," I announced and stood from my seat.

Lydia nodded her assent. "I've slept most of the day, but my body wouldn't argue with a little more. We do no often get a chance to just rest."

"That we don't," I returned her nod with a smile and replaced the book on the table. I stripped myself of my tunic and debated removing my trousers. I could tell that the previous night's activities had left her a little worse for wear, judging by the obvious pain at reaching for her food. I settled on changing into my cloth pants. Her almost disappointed frown didn't escape my attention.

My lips curved into another friendly smile. "You'll live another night without," I laughed quietly. "Trust me, we'll both feel better for it tomorrow."

"I'm not so worried about tomorrow, my Thane," she huffed lightly.

"Well one of us should be," I said as I slipped into the bed. It took a moment to get shifted around to accommodate each other but when we settled I found my housecarl tucked into my side with my arm around her shoulders. I was a little surprised by the leg she had wrapped around my tail, though I wasn't going to argue with the appendage being shown some attention. Even if I didn't have any real romantic inclination towards her beyond the mutual attraction, it was nice to have a warm body pressed to mine.

Her hand on my jaw drew me in for a slow, sensual kiss. Our lips and tongues worked together lazily, enjoying the simple feel of flesh against flesh. I very nearly abandoned the idea of leaving Lydia's body alone for the night. I reluctantly pulled away and lay my head back against the pillow, careful not to pierce the fabric with my horns and spines. "Good night," my housecarl surprised me when she piped up without using any of my titles. I answered in kind and let myself drift off to sleep.

The next day's wanderings led me to the docks outside the town. I had seen them when I jumped off the bridge to save Lydia but hadn't the presence of mind at the time to really take a look. The generally frigid air of the town made me somewhat surprised at the half-dozen Argonians working the docks.

I jogged forward and helped catch a crate as it slipped from one's grasp. He looked surprised to see me, as though it were odd to encounter another Argonian that he didn't know. I helped him carry the heavy box to the ship it was bound to leave on. "Thanks for the hand," he said as we set the crate down. "You new here?"

"Just passing through," I answered with a shrug. "I have to admit, I didn't expect to see so many Argonians around. I didn't see any the past couple days here."

"That's because we're not allowed inside the city," he said offhandedly. It was simply accepted as the way the city worked. He extended a calloused hand. "The name's Neetrenaza."

"Kailev-Tel," I returned and took his hand. I immediately regretted my decision to tell him my full name when I saw the way his eyes lit up in recognition.

"An odd name," was all he said in response. I felt like pointing out that his name meant "Root-Bound Crag" but decided against it. "Not to seem rude, but if you aren't here to work you should probably go back into the town."

"In case one of the guards thinks I work here and interferes with my business, I assume. I'm not too worried about that; Ulfric's wants me treated well in the hopes that it'll curry my favour with him," I waved off his concern and returned to helping him load the ship.

Neetrenaza's eyes widened slightly as we hefted the next crate. "You're the one I saw jumping off the bridge the other day," he sounded rather startled.

"I was, although that still probably wasn't the most reckless thing I've yet done in my life," I laughed.

"So then you killed that dragon."

"I had some help," I shrugged, a tricky proposition with the crate between us. "My compatriot is at Candlehearth Hall nursing some injuries actually, so I'm kind of bored at the moment."

"You seem startlingly uninjured, considering," Neetrenaza noted as we dropped off another box of goods.

"I'm durable," I grinned at him.

Before we could continue our conversation a man on the ship approached me with a curious glance. "I've been coming to his harbour for years and I don't recognize you," he said. "The name's Kjar, and this is the North Wind. A pleasure."

I was surprised by his manners and desire to meet with me. "Kai," I replied and shook his weathered hand. "Though to be fair, I don't actually work here. I just saw work that needed doing and decided to lend a hand."

"You don't look like a dockworker," he agreed. Neetrenaza took his leave of us to return to his job while Kjar and I talked.

"I'm something of a mercenary, actually," I explained. "You wouldn't happen to have anything that needs doing, would you?"

"Actually, I would," he sounded pleasantly surprised. "There's a gang of bandits being run by a former crew member of mine that's been causing trouble around the Uttering Hills. If you take care of them, I'd be happy to pay you."

"Sounds like a deal. Whereabouts would I be able to find these dastardly rogues?" I asked as I dug my map from its place in one of my pockets.

He marked it on my map and I was thankful that it looked to only be about half an hour's hike to the west. I made my way back to the inn to deliver the news that I'd be gone for the day to my housecarl. When I arrived I found her awake, one of the books I had left within arm's reach open before her face.

"I've got a job," I announced as I entered.

"What kind of a job?" she asked, looking up from the book.

"The usual," I shrugged.

My flippant response was rewarded with a stern frown. "I don't like the idea of you going after a group of bandits on your own, my Thane," she said. I was actually somewhat touched by the concern in her tone.

Nonetheless, I waved worry away as I had Neetrenaza's. "I'll be fine. I wouldn't be much of a Dragonborn if I couldn't handle a few armed thieves."

Snow crunched under my boots as I made my way along the path west of the town. It had thankfully stopped falling from the sky, though I was still grateful for the cloak around my shoulders. In spite of my map I had stopped in at a lumber mill on the way to make sure my directions to the Uttering Hills were accurate.

There were a pair of men at the entrance to a cave, sitting next to a small campfire. I wondered how many bandit dens there could actually be in this country. It seemed like there was no end to them. Perhaps an overabundance of hostile flora and fauna would help the way it did in Black Marsh, I thought. Or perhaps I shouldn't complain about a neverending supply of paying work.

I came back to reality when one of the men yelled something at me. "Hm? Sorry, I was lost in thought. What was that?" I asked as I approached. A hand drifted down to touch the hilt of my sword under my cloak.

"I said you look lost, lizard," the bandit sneered at me.

"Why does everyone always say that? You'd think people would be more trusting that when some random Argonian pops up somewhere, he has a very good reason to be there," I remarked with a grin. "Reasons that usually pertain to killing people for bounties."

My blade flicked from its scabbard as they reached for their weapons. I liberated the head of one from his shoulders in a clean slice as the other made it to his feet. A pivot on my heel avoided the bandit's clumsy attack and let me spin around his back to drive my sword through his body. I ignored the dull thud of his corpse hitting the snowy ground and made my way into the cavern.

The ice and snow continued inside, crusting the walls and making the place look aglow with pale blue light. I smirked at the reflections of myself in the walls. I supposed my arrogance and pride weren't completely misplaced, considering the things I routinely survived. Killing whole packs of marauders and slaying dragons on a regular basis certainly helped my self-confidence.

I tried to flick the bandits' blood from my blade only to find it frozen solid. I frowned at the fact that I'd have to remove my cloak to free my movement. Being warm was less important than being agile enough to avoid a blade or arrow. My muscles would warm themselves up with the fighting, anyway.

Another pair were at a second checkpoint further in. They were too engaged in conversation that I didn't care about to notice me as I crept up on them. My dagger slid soundlessly from its sheath. There was a brief glint of steel as I slashed it across one of the humans' throats. Blood spurted from the wound when he gasped and coughed on it flooding into his lungs. The second one – a female, I noted briefly – barely got out a choked scream before the blade plunged into the side of her neck. I made sure to give the dagger a sharp twist before tearing it from her flesh. I had to be certain.

I wiped the blood off the dagger on her shirt before replacing it in its case. It occurred to me that I had retrieved that dagger in Helgen and it had served me well ever since. It had certainly stayed more loyal to me than the half-dozen swords I had lost since arriving in Skyrim. I wondered how long it would be before it broke.

A startled shout drew my attention to a man standing at one of the passages leading deeper into the cavern. "Oh, shit!" I cursed as he turned and hauled ass to get back the way he had come. He ran screaming about an intruder and I tore after him. He led me to something of a small fort carved into the ice and rock. Who in the world had actually made this place? I pondered.

My target ran down a winding flight of stairs and I took a more direct approach. I vaulted over the railing on the platform leading to the stairs and dropped on top of him when he reached the bottom. I felt something crunch under my weight and the strangled way his shout cut off was nearly comical.

I hopped to my feet, drew my sword and quickly swung it at him. He ducked out of the way just enough to only get half his head hacked away. I spun around to face the oncoming trio of enemies. Two males and a female, one wielding a sword and shield, the second a massive warhammer and the last had an arrow trained on me. I dove out of the way and heard the metal head sink into the wooden steps behind me. I had to roll again to avoid the crushing head of the larger man's warhammer and I instantly wished Lydia was here to distract somebody.

After scrambling to my feet I swung wide with my sword at the other man, forcing him to raise his shield and block the attack. "Get down!" I heard the archer shout. By keeping myself moving to keep the two men between myself and her it at least allowed me some cover.

The shield swung at me and I skipped back just enough to grab it with my free hand and throw out to the side. It opened the man's guard enough for me to hack through his arm at the elbow, depriving him of the shield's defence. The howling scream of pain from having his arm removed was cut short by my sword carving through the flimsy armour around his chest. Blood and bits of bone stuck to the open gash in the leather.

I slipped under the overhead swing of the oncoming brute's warhammer in the next instant. I spun around and plunged my sword as deeply as I could into his lower back. The whistle of an arrow made me duck and turn just enough to send a shot of flame at the archer. She raised her bow in time to block it, though that destroyed her weapon.

My attention was pulled to the shifting of my sword when the man impaled on it pulled away and turned around with his hammer held high in the air. The clumsy weapon had no chance to drop before the tip of my blade was buried in the bottom of his jaw. His eyes rolled back in his head just before blood poured from them.

"Wuld!" my Voice did its fine job of carrying me to land just before the cowering woman. I distantly heard the other man's body and heavy weapon crash to the ground as I arrived before her.

"Please," she pleaded in a broken tone even as she shakily drew a dagger from her hip. It slipped from her grasp when I raised my sword. "Have mer..." I cut her down before she could finish. I didn't have any interest in hearing some bandit beg for her life.

The fact that no one had come out to see what all the ruckus was about made me confident there was no one else left inside. Even still, I kept my sword at the ready as I explored the rest of the place. I was happy for my decision when I found a woman asleep in a bunk in a side room. I didn't much bother to stay quiet as I walked over to the bed. She was waking up just as I reached her and I couldn't help but frown. She wasn't particularly attractive.

"You know what's absolutely awful?" my question and presence must have been confusing to a sleepy mind. She stumbled back out of the bed and her legs got tangled in her blanket. "I actually would've let you live if you were pretty."

With that I stepped over the bed and stood a foot on her trapped ankle to keep her from fleeing. She let out a brief shriek the instant before my sword plunged into her chest. I let out a sigh at myself. "I'm a horrible person," I muttered and shook my head. "Well, that's everyone. I guess I should clear this place out of anything valuable and head back.

Perhaps it was the adrenaline still lingering in my veins, but I was feeling confrontational when I returned to the city. I found myself drawn to the large iron doors of the Jarl's keep and didn't even hesitate in pushing my way inside.

"You've got a lot of guts, showing your face in here," Galmar growled at me as I approached the dais.

"I seem to recall receiving an invitation to an audience with the Jarl yesterday," I countered and with a flippant shrug.

"An invitation that you refused, leatherback."

"Well I've decided to recant my decision," I said as I smirked and folded my arms across my chest. I leaned just enough to the side to see the man behind him. "Ulfric, what did you want to talk about?"

Galmar's fists clenched at my disregard and he would have likely stepped forward or attacked me were it not for Ulfric's hand on his shoulder. "That's enough, brother. I'm glad the Dragonborn has decided to come," he interjected. "I wished to speak with you about the future of Skyrim."

"You know, you can just say that you want me in your army. You don't need to dress it up," I scoffed. "So what's in it for me if I do?" Ulfric's jaw clenched much as Galmar's fists had. It had been easier than I thought it would be to anger them. Clearly they weren't too happy about asking me for help.

"You will be fighting to secure Skyrim's future and independence. The Empire stands no chance against the Aldmeri Dominion..."

"And you do?" I cut him off. "Like it or not, you're one country. The Empire's doing a shit job of keeping their rule too secure, I'll give you that, but Skyrim alone won't stand against the Dominion."

"Skyrim has always stood strong, regardless of the foe. We will not fall to those elves. But we must stand as a united country. If we stand together, we will win."

"But only so long as the Nords are the ones standing at the top, right? I've seen the way Dunmer and Argonians are treated in your own city and so far all I've heard is a bunch of nationalist propaganda. You don't give a damn about standing as a united country, you just care about ruling," as much as I wanted to growl and hiss I kept my tone level.

"How dare you!" Galmar shouted as he stepped forward.

"You watched me kill a dragon and you honestly want to fight me?" I glared up at the man. My deadpan tone did its job of stopping him in his tracks. I turned my attention back to Ulfric. "When you learn how to actually rule properly, I'll think about helping you with that. Until then, the Dragonborn wants no part in your petty squabbles."

I didn't give him a chance to respond before I left. I was shocked when I made it all the way to the door without being attacked from behind. Good thing, too, considering I was eager to get back to my room. It took only a minute to return to the inn and I barely acknowledged Elda as I passed by.

I halted dead as I opened the door to the room. My mouth dropped open and I struggled to find my voice for a moment. Lydia was lying on her back, her legs wide open and two of her fingers buried in her dripping sex. "My Thane?" she asked dazedly as her hand slowed its blurred pace.

"I take it you're feeling better," I smirked and leaned back just enough to make sure no one in the hall was paying attention before I slammed it shut behind me and threw the lock. I stripped off my armour with a hastiness that could only be born from pure carnal desire. Lydia still looked somewhat surprised as I kicked my plated trousers off and climbed over her, but she didn't hesitate in returning my hungry kisses.

My hands dragged along her back and sides with just enough firmness that I'd notice if there was any pain the actions. Lydia truly was feeling better, I decided, considering her pleased moan at the feel of my palms on her skin. I picked at the edge of her bandages, but decided not to push it. There was no sense in removing them when her breasts were uncovered.

I slid my mouth down her neck at the same time as my fingers continued their trail lower down her body. I relished the feel of her smooth skin under my palms, one splayed across the small of her back and the other stroking the inside of her pale thighs. My fingers dug into her firm leg, drawing another quiet moan from her throat. It increased sharply in volume when my teeth clamped around her nipple.

She huffed and panted in broken words that had just enough of an imploring tone to convince me to give in to her pleasure. A pair of my fingers plunged into her wet heat, pushing in until they were surrounded in her writhing flesh. "Uh...my Thane," she groaned into the top of my head. I turned my mouth's attention to her other nipple, giving it the same level of attention as its twin.

"You're tits are great," I growled against them. Something between a breathy laugh and a keening moan reached my ears.

"So glad to have your approval," she panted. My excitement got the better of my and I quickly darted down her body. I lifted her shapely ass in my hands and pushed my face into the cleft of her legs.

The loudest shriek yet flew from her mouth when my tongue slid into her pussy. I wanted to tell her to be quiet but decided my mouth was better staying occupied with its current task. Not so willing to relinquish my attention on her breasts, though, I held her steady with one arm under her and brought my other hand to her chest. My fingers squeezed and pinched at her breast and nipple while my tongue slid against her clitoris at the same time as it pushed into her delectable sex. My exceedingly long tongue was definitely a bonus of being an Argonian.

Our gazes locked across her body. She had a glossy sheen of sweat shining in the low candlelight of the room on her heaving chest. I thought that her mouth looked sadly unused until a free hand of hers lifted her nipple to be clamped between her lips. I groaned unconsciously at the sight against her lower lips. Her moans grew louder and sharper and she hand she didn't have tending to her breast gripped the back of my head, holding me tighter against the moistness of her pussy.

I could only assume that the hard clenching of her muscles around my tongue and the loud moans and broken screams were indicative of her orgasm. Her eyes rolled back and she pressed a hand over her mouth in a rather vain attempt at keeping some level of quiet. When her legs eased their grip around my head I lowered her back down to the bed.

Her hand flew to her crotch to hold herself open while my hand guided my tip to her entrance. I pushed inside in one long thrust and joined her moan with a low hiss. I wondered if perhaps her constant exercise with travelling and fighting kept her so tight. There was no real pause, just a shifting of our bodies to get properly aligned before I was pounding into her with weeks worth of sexual tension. How many times had I seen her naked and hadn't acted on it?

I felt her ankles hook behind my back, just over my tail. Her hold kept me from moving too far, but also made sure that I was always buried inside her. My fingers dug into her waist in an almost bruising grip. The glistening pearl of her clitoris begged for my attention and I happily supplied it with an errant thumb. It took a moment but I found a pace to match with both her hips and my fingers.

She pushed herself up and tugged me down to seal our lips together. Our tongues danced between them while I fucked her into the bed. Her pants and gasps grew more ragged and intermingled with squeals and shrieks of pleasure as I felt the head of my cock press against somewhere deep inside her with every thrust.

Time passed in a blur. At some point I rolled over so that her legs were straddling my waist and she was pumping herself on my member. Her breasts bounced teasingly before my face and I didn't leave them alone for long. Lydia's arms wrapped around the back of my neck and held me tightly to her gorgeous tits. I felt her nails scrape gently at the back of my neck in a pleasurable spot I hadn't known about before. I muttered something in an attempt to get her to do it again. Somehow through the haze of our sex my desire reached her and she dug into the spot just below where my horns gave way to open scale again.

"Please...almost..." she groaned wantonly when I felt myself nudge her cervix. I was inclined to agree. The pressure in my testicles had been building to a painful point, but I refused to let myself reach my climax before her.

In spite of my valiant effort, though, it wasn't long before I felt my cock pulsing, sending my seed to be pasted to the inside of her pussy. Thankfully her walls were clenching again a moment later and she likely would have let out a piercing scream were it not for my lips covering hers.

We rocked against each other for a minute, a small spasm passing through one of us every so often as we came down from our peaks together. Our lips pressed together sloppily and lazily but neither of us seemed inclined to care. I pulled from her and laid us down on the sheets of the bed.

"Why didn't we do this sooner?" I muttered between heaving breaths, a slight smirk tugging at my lips.

"Because you were too afraid of talking to a woman?" she offered.

My male pride pushed me up so I was leaning over her. "Hey, fear had nothing to do with it. Concern that maybe my very combat-capable housecarl might take offence to me making an undesired advance did."

She hummed in response and settled in to sleep tucked into my side as she had the night before. "Whatever you say, my Thane," she laughed quietly.

"Damn straight," I mumbled and stared down at her. I only resisting the urge to kiss her for a few seconds before my tongue found its way pushing past her lips once again. She returned my slow and deep kiss quite willingly. I broke away after a few moments and gave her a final peck on the cheek. "Good night, Lydia."

"Good night, Kai," she hummed again.

"About time you called me something reasonable," I yawned and flicked the blankets over us with my tail.

A/N: Was it worth it? Insofar as I'm aware, this is the first sex scene posted here involving Lydia and a male Argonian, so I'm actually not too unhappy with it. As much as there are a million other Lydia scenes, I can claim at least a bit of originality.

5/4/13 edit: Why don't people tell me about the grievous errors!? There are times it looks like it's written by a damn five-year-old.
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