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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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"There. Now you don't need to go to Bleak Falls Barrow and get yourself killed," Lucan said smugly to his sister after I agreed to help them. Someone had stolen a family heirloom of theirs and they wanted me to retrieve it in exchange for what sounded like a pretty sum of gold. It sounded like a simple enough task, so I quite happily accepted.
"He still needs a guide to the Barrow," Camilla said, motioning to me before grabbing a coat.
"You're only going as far as the edge of town!" I heard Lucan shout after us as I was practically dragged out of the shop.
"I'll go as far as I like," I heard her nearly growl. "Just because he's my brother, he thinks he can control my life."
"Not to sound demanding, but is it alright if I stop at Alvor's house and uh...grab my weapons and supplies?" I asked, a little afraid of becoming an undeserving target of her wrath.
She stopped and looked at me as though I was being ridiculous. "Of course you can. You don't have to sound so timid."
"If you say so," I muttered below my breath as I whipped to the house and back with my swords, backpack and the rest of my armour.
"Well, don't you look the part of a strapping adventurer," Camilla smiled at me as I returned.
"Thanks," I smiled back, though in truth I was somewhat uncomfortable with the comment. It was odd having a human complimenting my appearance. We started walking when I remembered the pair of notes hidden in a pocket of my armour. I pulled them out and handed one to Camilla. "By the way, Sven wanted me to deliver that to you. He also wanted me to tell you it was from Faendal."
She quickly read over the note and a sour look came upon her pretty face. "That jealous oaf. Thank you for telling me the truth of the matter. I'm sure Faendal would like to thank you for defending his honour, as well."
"Don't go singing that elf's praises too quickly," I pulled out the other note and handed it to her. "He wanted me to give that one to you and tell you it was from Sven. It turns out you have a couple of jackasses looking for your affections. You have my sympathy."
"Those little rats," Camilla bit out, her voice disbelieving.
"They couldn't even be bothered to come up with different plans," I chuckled wryly. "Is this how courtship works in Skyrim? It doesn't seem like a very good way to do things."
Camilla sighed aloud and shook her head before slipping the notes into a pocket of her coat. "Thank you for telling me the truth about it."
"It was no problem. A pretty thing like you shouldn't be wasting her time with a couple of jackasses who can't even be bothered to come up with an original way to stab each other in the back," I shrugged.
I saw her smile out of the corner of my eye. The rest of the walk to the foot of the mountain was in relative silence occasionally punctuated by directions from my guide. We were soon at the path leading up to Bleak Falls Barrow, though, and despite her obvious wish to show her independence to her brother I didn't let her come any further with me. "Trust me, I'll be fine. I've faced worse than a few bandits, in my time."
"Watch out for draugr and frostbite spiders in the Barrow," she warned anyway.
"What's a draugr?" I asked, halting my feet from turning me away.
"They're ancient Nord warriors that haunt their crypts," the way she worded it made it sound like something out of a story. I figured that was likely not far from the truth. I nodded, but she stopped me as I made to leave. I was about to ask what it was she needed when her lips pressed against mine in a kiss. I stood still, not entirely sure how to react. It wasn't as though my lips were particularly designed to return the action. She moved back and gave me another smile. "When you get back...come and find me after you deliver the claw to my brother. I'll have to thank you properly."
"...Okay..." I said flatly. I heard her chuckle at me as she turned and walked away. I looked up the path to the mountain, noticing it was just starting to snow partway up. "Well. This should be all kinds of fun."
Just a little ways up the path was what looked like an old derelict watchtower. As I approached, a group of three humans, two men and a woman, walked down towards me. They had the obvious look of bandits, sporting random bits and pieces of armour stitched and sewn together into something functional and cheap, low quality weapons that likely only really worked for intimidating untrained travellers. "Well, look what we have here. You sure did pick a bad time to get lost, friend. We just happened to be running low on gold, and then you happen by," the lead man spoke in a smug tone.
"Sorry for your misfortune, but I'm fresh out of money myself," I said calmly. I studied the three quickly. Both the female and the second man had thought to draw their weapons, the former holding a mace in one hand and a shield in the other while the latter had a battleaxe resting against his shoulder. The man in front had a shield on his arm, but his sword was still sheathed.
"Just kill him so we can loot the corpse," the woman said impatiently.
I acted quickly, drawing my sword with my left hand in a flash to impale the lead man through the stomach. His hand never even touched the hilt of his sword before he hit the snow and stained it a dark red. I spun as I let his body fall, drawing my other sword and swinging both at the woman. She blocked it with her shield, though the force of the blow sent her tumbling backwards.
Before I could finish her, though, I was forced to dodge a long sweep from the other man's battleaxe. I was a split second too slow, and hissed against the feeling of warm blood trickling over my armour through the gash in my side. It wasn't deep, but it certainly reinforced the idea that I needed to finish this fight quickly. I pressed the attack, forcing him to block with the haft of his weapon until he let it drop too low. My blade flicked up and slid into the bottom of his jaw to break through his forehead. I pulled my sword back, utterly destroying any face he had and let his body hit the rock and snow.
I was knocked to the ground by a hard strike in the ribs from the woman's mace as I turned to face her. My side lit up with pain, handily informing me of what were likely broken ribs. My sword left my hand and hit the snow somewhere beyond my reach. I rolled over and parried what would likely have been a killing blow from the bandit's weapon, opening her to a shower of electric sparks from my other hand.
She screamed as she fell, allowing me to stand up and sheath my sword while I continued to unleash my lightning into her. A twin stream lit up from my now free palm. Her body convulsed for several moments until her screaming stopped, and with it my blasts of lightning magic. The metal rivets in her armour glowed red hot and I was almost certain the leather was going to light on fire.
I found my fallen blade in the snow and made my way to the relative shelter of the tower, my hand clutching my side in a futile effort to quell the pain. The bleeding had stopped, at least, but my ribs were going to be an issue if I didn't deal with them immediately. I focused on what little training in magic I had, conjuring a warm and gentle light to my hand. Using restoration magic so immediately after destruction was awkward and a challenge, but I managed and pressed the glowing light against my ribs through my armour. I felt my bones knit back together and the cut in my side seal up. Healing with magic even had the handy side effect of not leaving any scars.
After finding and grabbing the paltry sum of coin the bandits had managed to acquire I continued my way up the mountain. The snowfall turned into a veritable blizzard as I got closer to the peak, something my scales had great difficulty resisting. I was used to the warmer climates of Cyrodiil and Black Marsh. The bitter cold of Skyrim was something I knew would take some getting used to.
I was nearing a set of stone steps when an arrow whizzed by my shoulder, prompting me to duck for a moment before taking off at a dead sprint to the nearest pillar. Apparently this bunch didn't even have the decency to threaten me before they tried to kill me.
I poked my head out only to instantly pull it back to avoid the warhammer that cracked the stone beneath it when it missed. As proud as I was with my helmet, there was no way it was stopping a chunk of iron bigger than my head. The orc at the other end of it was a brute, swinging the obviously heavy weapon around with one hand at a time at the end of his sweeps.
There was no way I could get in close with my swords, and just as I was about to unleash a flame spell an arrow finally found its mark in my shoulder. My armour kept more than the tip from finding its home in my flesh, but even that was enough to make me grunt in pain and lose my concentration. I dodged back again, pulling the arrow out and throwing it at the face of my attacker in desperation.
It seemed the Divines were smiling on me at that moment, because by some miracle the stupid tactic actually worked. The arrow flipped around just perfectly to pierce the orc's eye, causing him to howl in pain and instinctively turn partly away. I took the opportunity to draw my swords and run both of them through his stomach, lifting him into the air with a strength I didn't know I had. I threw him into the ground and turned to the archer, who by now looked like he had pissed himself in fear. It likely didn't help matters when he let loose another arrow that I, by some immense fluke, deflected with a casual wave of my sword.
"Please, have mercy!" he screamed as he turned and ran up the steps. I sheathed my blades and took chase, easily overtaking him despite my armour.
I tackled him to the ground, scrambling to pin the hand reaching for his dagger and drawing my own. His screams were cut short by my knife plunging into the side of his neck. Not one to take chances, I slide it out the front, spilling a surprising amount of blood onto the pristine white snow and dark grey stone.
I stood and returned my dagger to its place at my thigh and walked up to the great iron doors of the Barrow. "What's the point of doors this big?" I looked up to their top, several feet above my head. "There's no advantage to it. All it does is make them a bitch to open," I continued to grouse as I pushed my weight against one of the doors.
"That's better," I muttered, glad to be out of the harsh wind and snow. I instantly went quiet when I heard voices talking at the far end of the hall I had entered into. I crouched low to the ground, moving up as quietly as I could to overhear their conversation.
I only caught bits and pieces, but enough to know that they were talking about an elf - presumably their leader - who had gone further into the crypts with something. They were waiting for him to return, something a female in the group professed to seeming less and less likely. Their voices suddenly stopped as a rock shifted under my foot.
"Is someone there?" I heard one of them draw a blade and the footsteps of both as they walked nearer.
"...No," I called back before unsheathing a sword and dashing out from behind the cover. My strategy worked, catching them off-guard long enough for my sword to find the man's neck. Blood spurted onto me, the woman and the ground as the man's head went flying. This proved to be an adequate distracting for me to spear the woman through the chest with my sword and push her to the ground. I gave the sword a twist, just to be sure, before I pulled it out and wiped it clean on her ragged clothes. "I should really just not sheathe these things," I shook my head, sighed, and drew my other blade.
I found some gold and a couple lockpicks on their corpses, which proved quite handy for the locked chest nearby. The lock was simple and unlatched without much complaint or even a broken pick, and inside was a much better haul of gold and supplies than I had found outside.
I finally took a good look around, noticing for the first time a couple of corpses from other bandits, as well as the corpses of several skeevers. The little beasts were very much like the giant rats I was familiar with from Black Marsh and Cyrodiil, and according to Hadvar were just as filthy and disease ridden.
As I made my way further into the barrow I had to push my way through several huge, thick spider webs that could only belong to frostbites. I frowned, or at least gave the Argonian impression of a frown. They were foul creatures I would have been very happy to not deal with, but evidently the only luck I was to have for the day was with the arrow outside. And with the woman apparently waiting for me back at Riverwood.
The thought occupied my mind while I made my way deeper into the barrow. Was she serious, or just joking? If she was serious, why? I was an Argonian. I was under the impression that most other races found us significantly less than attractive. Even with Khajiit there was apparently some sort of cuteness factor, since some looked like big house cats. With Argonians, though, we just looked like giant lizards. I conveniently ignored the fact that the lack of attraction should likely go both ways, but growing up in Black Marsh surrounded by others of my kind made humans and elves seem somehow exotic. That and I had always wondered what their smooth skin must feel like.
I was snapped out of my thoughts by coming upon a man who was trying to solve a puzzle to open the way further. He was so engrossed in what he was doing that he didn't notice me until I walked up and slit his throat with a flick of my sword. He was unarmed, but that just made me think that perhaps he was a mage or something. I wasn't going to take the chance.
I looked at the block on the ground he had been studying, which featured a depiction of a snake that matched several rotating stone blocks at the side of the room. I also noticed two more fixed murals above the archway of the door, with a broken one in the centre that clearly used to be the one on the ground.
"You, sir, were an idiot," I nudged Slit-Throat with my foot before quickly arranging the rotating blocks to match the fixed ones. A flip of the lever before the gate opened it and revealed the way further in.
A quick perusal of the next room rewarded me with some soul gems I currently had little use for, considering I lacked the magical talent to fill them, and a book simply entitled "Thief" that I slid into my pack for later reading. I had always enjoyed reading, and a cursory glance suggested that this one might have some interesting insights on pickpocketing.
Further in I ran into some live skeevers, something that was almost unexpected considering how many dead ones I had come across. I killed one with a quick stab of my sword, stepped on another to break its neck and when the last jumped and latched onto my gauntlet-covered arm, I just smashed it into the wall to kill it. The fact that anyone could be killed by the things astounded me.
"Is someone there?" I heard called out again for the second time that day, followed by a series of names I assumed were the bandits I had just killed.
"Hold on," I called back, cutting through a particularly thick section of webbing. I instantly regretted the decision when a massive frostbite spider dropped from the ceiling. "Well now, you are certainly a big one," my calm tone belied the panic I was quickly trying to get a hold of.
It spat forth a glob of poison that I hopped to the side to avoid. When it came running at me, I did the exact opposite and backed through the small hole I had just cut in its web. The gap was too small for it to squeeze through, leading it to claw at it uselessly. "Not too smart, though," I laughed and shot a jet of flame into its face. It learned about that fast enough, though, and moved out of range before spitting poison at me again.
We were at a standstill until I finally took a deep breath to steel my nerves and attacked it head on. It rose up onto four legs and tried to leap on top of me, but I succeeded in avoiding the attack with an agile strafe and hacked one of its legs clean off. It didn't seem to appreciate that, though, and smacked me to the side with one of its remaining limbs. If it weren't for the life-or-death nature of the situation I may have even been impressed by the strength in its legs. As it was, though, I quickly tried to scramble back to my feet.
I wasn't fast enough, though, and soon found myself with my hands on its fangs, trying desperately to keep it from sinking them into my stomach. The struggle forced me to slide along the floor on my back until I hit a wall, where I could get my feet planted and push myself back until I was standing. The spider moved back the barest inch, but it was enough to give me time to draw my dagger and ram it into its many eyes. It let out an unearthly scream, stumbling back a few steps in agony and giving me another opportunity to attack with a combined blast of flame from both my palms. Within seconds the thing was burnt to a crisp.
"Good! Now cut me down, for Arkay's sake!" the bandit knotted in the spiders webbing yelled at me while I retrieved my swords.
"I have half a mind to leave you up there, you ungrateful shit," I barked at him, rubbing at a sore spot in my ribs where the spider's fangs had nearly broken through my armour. "But I think you have something I want."
"The golden claw, right? Cut me down and you can have it. It's brought me nothing but trouble since I swiped it from that shopkeeper," his voice had a pleading tone to it.
"Fine, fine," I drew my dagger and begrudgingly cut him free, though I got slightly tangled in webs in the process.
He did as I had partly expected him to and took off at a sprint down the hallway. "Sucker! Why would I share the treasure with anyone?"
"You son of a bitch!" I yelled as I gave chase, pulling the webs off as I ran. After almost a minute of chasing him he suddenly stopped. I didn't. I slammed into him, driving the dagger in my hand into his back when we hit the ground. A pained scream was cut off by the sharp blade sliding across his throat. "Serves you right," I growled as I stood.
Another growl, far more guttural than mine, caused me to look up and see the body standing up from its place in a nearby stone grave. "Oh. You must be a draugr," I stared at the thing before replacing my dagger with my swords.
It shuffled at me with surprising quickness, though that didn't stop me from catching its sword against one of mine and hacking out its legs with my other. When it fell I slashed across its neck, beheading it and effectively killing it again. I didn't know if there was any other way of permanently killing them and I wasn't willing to experiment and find out. "You weren't so tough," I smirked before looking down the hall and finding two more very quickly advancing on me. "And of course I had to go and talk."
I ducked under the swing of one's greatsword and buried my own blade into its ribs, or what was left of them. Unfortunately that just made my blade catch in its bones without slowing it down much. I had to let go of and abandon my sword when the other one attacked me with its. I let loose a jet of flame, igniting its dry, decaying flesh and setting it ablaze. As it burned away it fell to pieces, giving me another way of effectively dealing with these creatures.
I dodged another swing of the remaining draugr's greatsword, hacked off its arm and then its head. "That could have gone worse," I happily quipped and made my way down the hall. I was suddenly very interested in seeing exactly what the treasure the bandit had been talking about was. My blissful ignorance ended up costing me, however, when I stepped on a pressure plate on the floor and a spiked wooden wall slammed into my chest.
I landed on my back with a pained grunt, the sound of the trap resetting reaching my hearing. I sat up with a similarly pained gasp, pushing myself back against a wall and looking down at my blood-covered torso. "Oh, that's not good," I groaned and hastily summoned forth my healing spell.
It wasn't the most effective, though, and it took nearly all my energy to repair the wounds just so that they weren't still bleeding. I would have to wait for them to heal naturally, after this, because it was obvious to me that I had all but spent any magical energy I may have had left. I was hardly an accomplished mage, and while the constant use of spells over the day had been good practice it had also left me mentally drained in a way that only overuse of magic did.
I resumed my trip, this time making sure to walk around the spike-trap pressure plate. I immediately encountered a draugr that proved much, much tougher than the ones I had fought before, and I was hard-pressed to eventually kill it after having hacked off both arms and one of its legs. I kept making my way deeper into the barrow, fighting through more and more draugr. Even unwilling to use my magic, they started to become easier to handle, once I figured out their patterns and that I could kill them before they were finished waking up, if I was fast enough.
I eventually came to an underground river, leaving me to wonder just how big this place could possibly be. Still, the sound of running water was calming to my Argonian heart. The river itself was quite clear of enemies, though the same could not be said of the waterfall it ran to. About halfway down was a ledge with a draugr, and I instantly regretted not grabbing a bow from one of the bandits earlier.
I made my way down a nearby path that conveniently led to said ledge. The draugr was facing the other way, and I decided to at least attempt to sneak up on it. I was pleasantly surprised when it didn't notice my stealthy approach, at least until I had hacked its head from its shoulders.
The path led me to a room with another of the decidedly tougher draugr, though this time I had an easier time avoiding the wide, sweeping slashes of its greatsword until I could get in close and cut it to pieces with fast, precise strikes.
The once again grossly oversized doors at the end of the room led to more stone hallways, a swinging blade trap, and more draugr. I was beginning to think the whole treasure idea behind this was a big load when I came to a door made up of concentric stone rings and a circle at the centre with three holes. I pulled the golden claw out of my pack and promptly realized that it fit into the holes. However, when I first tried that and attempted to turn it, nothing happened.
"Of course it wouldn't be that easy," I sighed as I looked over the symbols on the door. My eyes snapped open wide and went back to the claw, finding a similar set of symbols on the bottom of it. "Huh. Well, I'll be damned," I chuckled as I set the door to match the claw and tried again. This time, after a great deal of superfluous spinning on the door's part, it lowered into the ground and opened the way to a set of stairs that led to a great, open hall.
What sounded like chanting reached my hearing as I started to walk up another set of stairs that led to a huge, carved wall. Without really understanding why, I was drawn to the wall like a moth to a flame. I was transfixed by the sound of the chanting, and when I drew closer I saw that the wall was carve with dozens of runes. The only ones I really noticed, though, were the ones in the dead centre that were glowing.
"Fus..." I spoke a language not my own as my hand drew over the glowing runes. They flashed blindingly bright for a moment and I felt a power unlike any other rush into me. It wasn't power, I quickly realized, but knowledge. Knowledge that I had no idea how to use.
Any pondering on the matter was cut short by the sound of stone cracking behind me. I spun around to see a large, armoured draugr crawl out of a previously sealed tomb. "How many of you are there?" I sighed before swinging my sword at it in a wide arc.
I'm sure my face was priceless as the draugr simply extended its hand and caught my blade. "That's...definitely not good," I muttered before frantically pulling my sword from its grasp. It drew its own greatsword from its back and let out what could only be described as a shout. The force of the blast from its words, though, was enough to send me stumbling back several steps.
It came charging at me with a vengeance, swinging its greatsword from over its head with shocking speed. I barely moved to the side in time, though not fast enough to save the tip of my tail. I hissed in pain at the loss, internally thankful that it would grow back in a scant couple hours.
It continued its vicious assault, forcing me to either back up or get cleaved in two. I tried to parry and create an opening to counter with my blades, but all that ended up doing was shattering one of my swords when it went flying from my hand and struck a rock at what was apparently an awkward angle.
Luckily, it eventually struck with a sweep, allowing me to duck underneath it and crash my shoulder into the draugr's body with enough force to send us both tumbling to the ground. I landed on top and hurriedly sat up on my knees where I could hack at its head with my sword until it was nothing but a shredded mess of dust, meat and bone.
"And stay dead this time!" I shouted at the corpse before standing up, sheathing my remaining sword and taking a much needed deep breath. It was then that I noticed a large stone tablet sticking out of the draugr's tomb. "What's this now?" I asked no one at all as I lifted it out.
On one side were several lines of the same runes decorating the wall behind me, while on the other was something dotted with what looked like stars. "Hey, wait a second," I mumbled and pulled out my map of Skyrim. The general shape of the landscape on the stone tablet made it clear that it was a crude map of the province, though that still left me with no clue as to what the star shapes were. I decided to add the tablet to my pack, figuring that if I was lucky I'd meet someone in Whiterun who could shed some light on what the thing was. I hoped that I'd meet them sooner rather than later, though. The damn thing was heavy.

The trip back to Riverwood was uneventful, though at least it took long enough that by the time I returned my tail had regrown. I was forever thankful for how quickly Argonians healed. Even the wounds from my encounter with the spike-trap had long since scabbed over. They'd likely be a new set of pale scars adorning my chest in a couple days.
It was just nearing sunset by the time I returned, sore and hungry but feeling a strange sense of satisfaction. I initially thought that perhaps it was from the money I had gained from raiding the bandits, but soon realized that it was from whatever knowledge I had gained from the mysterious glowing wall. I simply added that to the "to-do" list for Whiterun and put it to the back of my mind.
I dropped off my pack, weapons and excess armour at Alvor's house, apparently arriving just in time to enjoy a quick supper of some roast beef and and an apple before heading back out with the golden claw in hand and dressed only in my leather tunic, pants and boots.
"You're back!" Lucan sounded surprised as I walked into his shop.
"Don't sound so shocked or I might start thinking you weren't expecting me to be," I rose a spiky brow at him and put the claw on the counter before him.
"The claw! I can't thank you enough for bringing it back to us," he grinned happily.
"You're welcome. The asshole who took it tried to run when I freed him from a spiderweb and ended up getting me dragged into a search for treasure that turned into a bust."
"Treasure?" Lucan sounded far too interested.
"Like I said, it was a bust. I already stripped that barrow clean. Not much there but dusty bones and really old weapons," I shrugged.
"Such a shame," the man said as he handed me a coin purse that felt delightfully heavy. "There, that should make you feel better. Oh, and Camilla said she wanted to repay you for helping us, too."
"How kind of her," I hoped my smile was convincing. "And where might she be?"
"She's upstairs," he motioned to the stairs as he walked to the door. "Tell her to lock up once you leave." Before I could ask where he was going he was gone.
I made my way up the stairs to find Camilla sitting at a table, quietly eating some bread, drinking water and reading a book. She looked up when I kicked off my boots and smiled when she saw me, though it quickly turned into a frown when she saw the state of my armour, ventilated as it was. "You're hurt," she stated, getting up and walking over to inspect my torso. I suddenly saw that she was dressed in a simple slip-on nightgown, and unless it was a trick of the nearby candlelight, nothing else.
"It's nothing I won't heal from in a couple days," I brushed away her hands. "You'd be amazed how hardy Argonians really are."
She studied me for a moment before nodding and beckoning me to follow her. I did and she led me to stand with her by the bed before spinning around and pressing another kiss to my lips, though because of the height I had on her she was forced to stand on her toes and pull me slightly down.
I pulled back after a moment and gave a somewhat sheepish smile. "Considering that my lips don't really work for kissing...you're sure you don't want something a little, I don't know, closer to home?" I had to ask. It just seemed bizarre for a human to be attracted to a so-called "lesser species" like myself.
"I could ask you the same thing," she said with a sly smile as her hands worked to undo the straps holding my armour in place.
"That's a fair point," I conceded, but still placed my hands over hers to halt their progress. "Though that still doesn't solve the whole kissing problem."
"Of course you can kiss," she sounded as though I was being foolish. "You just have to learn how. And there's no better way of doing that than practice." With that apparently settled, her lips were pressed to mine again. This time, though, I attempted to mimic her actions as best I could, working the front part of my mouth against hers.
It was a strange feeling, to say the least, but not at all unpleasant. Her lips were incredibly soft, at least in comparison to my own, and it was an easy feeling to get lost in. I got so lost in it, in fact, that I didn't even notice when my armour had been undone until she pulled away just long enough to lift the shoulder over my head and drop it on the ground beside us.
Her hands slid across my scales inquisitively, running along natural paths of the ridges of my muscles and the faded lines of old scars. "I've never seen an Argonian with black scales before," she said as her hands continued their exploration. I found it somewhat ironic that she said that as she touched the smoother scales of my chest and stomach that were actually a very flat grey.
"Most are just dark grey," I said as though that made a difference. Not many of my kind had scales as dark or monochrome as mine. The only parts of me not near-black or slate grey were the few crimson strips that curved along some of the bones of my face. After that she set to work on my pants, her movements becoming shaky and heated as he desperately pressed her mouth to mine.
I wasn't doing much better, sliding my hands wantonly over her barely-clothed body. She pulled back once again, though this time I found my mouth chasing hers. I was just getting the hang of this kissing thing - something Argonians never did with each other - and I hardly wanted it to stop. "Why are your pants so hard to get off?" she muttered against my lips, though I could hear humour in her voice.
"They're designed that way," I forced myself to pull back to stare at her incredulously. "I don't want my pants falling down in the middle of a fight. Imagine how ridiculous I'd look tripping over my own pants while fighting a bear. I'd die of embarrassment before it ever got the chance to kill me."
"You don't take anything seriously, do you?" she asked with a quiet laugh.
"Not much. It gets too depressing," I laughed right back. "Though speaking of serious things, what's to stop your brother from showing up in the middle of...this...and killing me in a fit of over-protective rage?"
"He'll be gone for the night. He does that sometimes," she explained as she finally got the last of the straps and buckles on my pants undone. "Finally!" she sounded far too happy as she pushed them down off my hips to reveal, well, me. The presence of a tail pretty much eliminated any choice I may have had when it came to wearing undergarments.
I had to suppress a hiss as a curious hand slid along my half-hardened member. "Argonians aren't built so differently from humans," I tried to sound lighthearted, though inside I was slightly nervous. This was the deciding moment for whether she found my difference interesting or disgusting.
"No, you're not," she sounded pleasantly surprised as I continued to thicken and grow in her hands. "Though the scales certainly feel...different."
"Those ones aren't even very rough," I said and hissed quietly again in restrained pleasure. I decided to put a stop to this before I lost whatever self-control I was still foolishly clinging on to and pushed her hands away. "Don't go getting too far ahead of yourself," I inwardly sighed with the relief and disappointment having her hands off me brought. I hooked a clawed finger into each of the shoulder straps of her nightgown. "Lift your arms," I commanded gently. She did as I instructed, though I also noticed a fierce blush lighting up her cheeks and she suddenly couldn't look me in the face anymore.
I pulled the nightgown off over her head, dropping it to the ground next to my armour and hissing quietly at the sight of her naked body. It was fairly similar in build to a female Argonian's, though in place of scales it was covered in smooth skin. The most intriguing thing to me, though, was the dark patch of trimmed hair at the apex of her thighs. That was something no Argonian had, and I instantly knew it, just like the cold of Skyrim, would take some getting used to.
"Having second thoughts?" she asked quietly, trying to sound joking but ultimately coming across as insecure. I could tell she was trying very hard not to cover herself with her hands.
"No," I answered honestly. "Just...not what I'm used to."
"So it's not your first time?"
"It is with a human...You?"
"With an Argonian."
"Well, at least we'll stumble along blindly together, I guess," I chuckled.
The awkwardness temporarily forgotten, she pulled me down and kissed me again, though this time it was filled with a smouldering passion instead of the heated lust of earlier. Our lips worked against each other's with hard, firm movements, while our hands roved across unfamiliar flesh. Her skin felt impossibly smooth under the toughened scales of my hands and against the slightly softer ones of my chest and stomach. Hard muscles fluttered under her touch as she brushed over sensitive or ticklish spots.
As my mouth found her neck Camilla finally came back to the piece of my anatomy she seemed most interested in, though this time it was to give it a few gentle strokes. I forced my breathing to stay even. "So...is this...big for an Argonian?" she asked timidly.
"That's a dangerous, dangerous question," I chuckled again. "Let's just say it's nothing to be ashamed of."
"Hm..." she all but purred. "Well, it's pretty big for a human," she seemed to make an instant transition to "vixen" with a hard squeeze that nearly knocked the wind out of me. Her hands were far, far too soft, I decided.
My own hands soon found their way to her breasts. They were also a great deal softer than their Argonian equivalent, and felt absolutely amazing in my palms as I kneaded and squeezed them. A quiet moan reached my hearing, followed by a slightly louder one when my palm dragged across her nipple. Fixated on that sound, I soon focused all of my attention on her hardened nipples and dark aureola surrounding them.
Before I knew it my lips and tongue had left her neck and were attacking her swollen and clearly sensitive nipples. The taste of her skin was faint and mild but deliciously salty from sweat. Loud, breathy moans soon filled the air, her hands leaving my now very hard erection and lacing her fingers through the spikes adorning my head. She held me tightly to her chest as my tongue and teeth continued their work, though curiosity drew my hand down to invade the patch of curled hairs at her groin.
She instantly tightened up as my fingers slid along her slick skin, finding a strangely hard nub I knew no Argonian woman had. When I pressed my fingertip against it I thought she was going to snap off one of my horns at the root. "Did...that hurt?" I asked uncertainly.
"No, don't stop, please," she breathed out in a moaning beg. I pressed my finger against the spot again, this time rubbing a small circle around it as well. This got a very positive response, prompting me to continue doing it. Before long my hand was furiously rubbing at her, becoming so slick with her juices that I was slipping more often than actually maintaining a pattern, though I made sure to be mindful of my claws. I had to wonder if all humans were this...wet.
I brought my hand up to my face, inciting a quiet but pleading and disappointed moan from the woman beneath me. My tongue slid along my fingers tentatively, and my curiosity was rewarded with the discovery of a delicious flavour. I looked at Camilla for only a moment before I was down her body.
"What are-" she was cut off by a high pitched squeal from her own throat as my tongue eagerly forced its way into her. I wondered if perhaps she found this to be an advantage of an Argonian bedfellow, since my tongue was long enough to penetrate her far deeper than any human or elf ever could. The appendage worked its way around inside of her, trying urgently to find the source of her delectable wetness. Her hands had once again found their way to my horns and felt like they were once again trying to tear them out, though at least this time I knew it was from an otherwise inexpressible pleasure than from agonizing pain.
My tongue eventually curved upward and found a spot inside of her that felt slightly different from the rest, and when I pushed against it a fresh scream tore from Camilla's throat. This was followed by more and more screams, though, and her vagina tightened almost painfully around my tongue. Still, I took it as a good sign, and continued to stroke against the new-found spot of apparent pleasure until I thought her throat would go hoarse.
I pulled my worked and tired tongue from her and sat up on my knees, savouring the myriad of tastes dancing around my mouth that only belonged to her. "I take it I'm not doing too badly thus far?" I smirked down at her.
"A lot better than anyone else who's ever tried," she said between pants.
I looked down at her naked, glistening body as she took in heaving post-orgasmic breaths. "...You're sure about this?" I had to ask one last time.
"You wouldn't be here if I wasn't," she answered. I nodded, pulled her hips closer to mine and slowly guided myself into her.
The feeling was unreal. She was impossibly slick and soft and smooth. A harsh, heady moan fell from her lips as I pushed deeper and deeper into her canal. I pulled out until I was barely inside, then pushed back in in a slow, steady motion. I kept my movement slow and controlled as she acclimated to the size and feel of my penis. I knew it had to be significantly different from anything she may have been used to. True, the scales covering that part of me were a lot softer and closer to skin than what covered the rest of my body, but it still had to be something foreign.
"Faster," she breathed out. I happily obliged, releasing a bit of my control at a time. She continued urging me to move faster and harder until I was all but pounding into her and she had stopped speaking anything coherent for the sake of moaning and nearly screaming.
One hand kept me suspended above her while the other gripped harshly at her breast, relishing the feel of the pliable flesh. My teeth and tongue nipped and licked at her exposed neck, leaving marks that would no doubt be there for at least a day or two.
Seconds bled into minutes that became impossible to track as we carried on. It felt like hours but could have been only a minute later for all I knew when her vagina clamped down on me again, though this time the feeling was far more extreme. It was enough to pull me over the edge with her and I let out a harsh hiss as I emptied myself into her.
I pulled out, no doubt making a mess of her bed as I did, and rolled to fall to the covers next to her. Neither of us said a word for a while, our greed for oxygen too much as we sucked in air like we had been drowning. I recovered first, propping myself up on an elbow and directing an exhausted smirk at Camilla. "So, was an Argonian everything you hoped it would be?"
"Almost," she said with a teasing tone. "You weren't too disappointed by a human?"
"Satisfactory," I replied with a dismissive air. We both laughed quietly before I laid back down next to her.
She rolled to face me and traced one of the red lines with her finger, following it from the base of a horn down to the tip of my nose. "When are you leaving?" she asked.
"Probably in a couple days," I shrugged. "I'll be heading to Whiterun to find out about a few things and Alvor wanted me to ask the Jarl to send some soldiers in case a dragon raids this place."
"Will you be coming back?"
"Oh, I'm sure some day I'll come back and visit," I laughed. "It isn't often I find a pretty girl who's actually willing to put up with me."

A/N: So someone said I should do slightly longer chapters. Still, I can't help but feel this kinda...drags with too much detail. If that's how it feels, let me know and I'll cut away the excess shit. If it's fine, cool. And I hope I lived up to anyone's expectations of what the sex should be like. I've clearly taken liberties with reptilian biology, but considering female Argonians have breasts in the games I feel I'm allowed. This was spat out quickly for the sake of the fact that for the next little while college is going to be making me its bitch. You'd be amazed how much work a chef student actually has in the last couple weeks of a semester.
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