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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
Disclaimer: Look at the URL. Now back to the disclaimer. Now the URL. Back to the disclaimer. Sadly, I don't own Skyrim or make money off it, but you can now read a story that's written as though I did. And yes, I just wasted a mod's valuable time.

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Review Response: To The 'Hardened' Avenger, of course the sex scene was bland. It was his first time with a human (and hers with an Argonian), so the entire thing was meant to portray a sense of unfamiliarity and awkwardness. Personally I thought I got that across pretty well, too. To Lesale Bloodraven, it really isn't a big deal to take a bit of a break from Skyrim. I've already sunk 110+ hours and 55 levels into the damn thing. I think a break is good for my mental health. And for Anon, I'll include any request I can realistically fit into the flow of the story.

"You!" a somewhat familiar voice shouted behind me as the axe in my hands split another piece of wood. I turned to see Faendal in a near rage, storming towards me with a fire in his eyes I'd have probably found intimidating if it weren't for the fact that I was holding a wood axe or if I wasn't a solid thirty pounds heavier than him and a whole head taller.
I set the axehead against the ground and leaned on the top of the haft, giving the man a bored look. "Me," I answered back. I had already guessed what this was about, but at least it would prove entertaining to see him try and argue that the truth was wrong.
"You told Camilla the letter was fake! Now she doesn't even want to talk to me," he growled.
"Don't take it too personally. Sven gave me a fake letter to deliver and say was from you and I told her about that one, too," I smirked. "Serves you two right for being a pair of jackasses."
"And what gave you the right to interfere?" he demanded as though ignoring half of what I'd said.
"The fact that I have more brains and guts than the pair of you put together?" I offered.
For a moment I thought he actually might try and hit me. It would have been a foolish move, since a simply nudge with my foot would put the blunt edge of the axe into his shin and probably stop his attack right there. Instead, he just took a deep breath as though to calm himself. "You haven't heard the last of this," he muttered in a tone that was likely supposed to be threatening.
"Of course not. I still have to wait for Sven to come and bitch at me about it, too," I said. "Now then, one of us actually has work to do, so why don't you run off and bother some other kind girl, hm?"
I received a glare that could probably melt the snow off the mountains with its intensity and took great delight in returning a rather bored expression before hefting my axe, turning around and returning to my paid work. I actually heard him stomping off, muttering curses and other such angry things to himself. I hardly felt it was something to be concerned about. One disgruntled Bosmer wasn't going to be the death of me.
I must admit, I was greatly looking forward to the confrontation Sven would thrust upon me the entire rest of the day. Compared to his elven counterpart he had just enough more ego and just enough less brains that it was undoubtedly going to be an entertaining experience. So when I all but ran into him as he came out of the Riverwood Trader red-faced, fuming and looking around agitatedly - likely to attempt to fault me for being honest - I had to work very hard to suppress the smug smirk threatening to tear my lips apart. "You look like you've lost something important," I noted in a helpful tone.
"You!" he growled.
"Me," I finally broke and chuckled at his expense. "You know, this is the second conversation today that's started this way." I scratched at my chin thoughtfully. "Is it how the people of Skyrim commonly greet each other?"
"You told her about the letter!" he continued ranting.
"I don't see what you and Faendal are so pissed off about. It isn't like I only screwed one of you over," I folded my arms across my chest. "Besides, this wouldn't have happened if either of you had decided to just man up and actually talk to the woman."
"You think you're a better man than me?" Sven sneered.
"It isn't much of a competition," I shrugged.
"Ha! You aren't even a man. Just some beast who likes to act like it is," he mocked me. My jaw tightened, but I quelled my anger. It wouldn't do to lose my temper and do something needlessly violent.
"Maybe, but I'm still more of a man than you," I replied in an even tone.
I saw his hands clench into fists at his side. "You want to act like a man? Fine. Then how about we settle this like men?"
"Like men?" I gave him a falsely perplexed look. "Oh. You mean like this." My fist put him on his ass on the ground with a dazed look in his eyes before he had even finished blinking. I stood over him, ready to continue if he made it seem like I should. "Here's a tip: don't pick fights you have no chance of winning. It's bad for your health," I said before making my way past him towards Alvor's house. To my surprise, he actually didn't attack me from behind. I thought that maybe he wasn't as stupid as I initially thought, even if not by much.
I pushed the door open and looked around the house. Alvor, Sigrid and Dorthe were sitting at their table, quietly enjoying a meal from a large pot of stew. Hadvar had already left earlier that day, though not before very helpfully reminding me of his wish for me to come to Solitude some day. I told him I would, at the very least, consider not joining the Stormcloaks. It didn't seem like their whole "Nords-only" ideology would mesh well with my own way of thinking.
"Enough food left for one more?" I asked as I entered the house.
"Of course. Help yourself," Sigrid gestured to the table.
"I think I shall," I sat down at a free chair. There was already a bowl for me, which I quite happily filled with the stew. I had no clue what was in it besides some kind of meat and a medley of vegetables, but then I didn't really care. At the end of the day, food was food and it all filled me up the same.
"I'm leaving tomorrow," I announced my decision. It likely came across as somewhat random, but I hadn't had a chance to tell them any time earlier.
"You know where you'll be headed?" Alvor asked.
"I was thinking of stopping in at Whiterun and seeing if I could be useful there," I said. "I'll be sure to tell the Jarl about your request for aid, too, if I can get an audience with him."
"Thank you," he said gratefully.
"Don't mention it," I said dismissively. "Someone's gotta tell him and it's on my way. More or less."
"I'm assuming you'll need food and supplies for your trip," Sigrid said as she stood from the table.
I raised a hand that did little to stop her. "Please, I've taken enough advantage of your hospitality already."
"Don't be foolish. You'll need food for wherever you end up going and we have plenty to spare," she waved me off. "Now where's your pack?"

"Knock, knock," I called out as I opened the door into the Riverwood Trader.
"Hello, my friend!" Lucan called out as I walked in. "What can I do for you today?"
"Actually, I was wondering if you had any old spellbooks kicking around," I said, walking over to the counter.
He turned around and knelt down to search through a small bookshelf. "I might have something, but if you're really interested in learning magic, you should probably go to the College of Winterhold."
"That certainly sounds like an...educational place," I chuckled. "You wouldn't mind marking it on my map, would you?"
"Not at all," he said as he stood up and turned around, a pair of books in his hand. "Well, here's a couple spellbooks. Hopefully they help."
I watched him make a small mark on the northeastern part of my map. "Thank you. How much will these cost?" I asked the dreaded question.
"Don't worry about it," he waved me off. "I'll never sell those to anyone else, so I may as well give them to a friend."
"Thank you," I said again, this time with no small amount of surprise.
He gave me a smile, a bizarre expression for the man. A smirk fit his face far better. Camilla came down the stairs a moment later, giving me a sly smile when she saw me. "Brother, it's almost time you were leaving, yes?" she asked.
He looked out a window, his eyebrows shooting up. "How time flies," he chuckled and grabbed a coat. "Have a nice night," he said over his shoulder at us on his way out the door.
"He seemed to be in a bit of a rush," I said offhandedly.
"Yes, he did," she agreed. "I can't help but think he's found some girl who's caught his interest that he doesn't want me to know about."
I folded my arms across my chest and leaned back against the counter. "Or maybe he's found some boy, and he doesn't want you to know about that," I suggested with a laugh.
The thought actually made her pause. "You...actually think so?" she asked hesitantly.
I raised a spiky eyebrow at her. "I wouldn't rule out the possibility," I shrugged. "Why? Would that be an issue?"
She hastily shook her head. "No, no. Just...unexpected."
"As unexpected as an Argonian being attracted to an Imperial?" I offered helpfully.
She scoffed. "I think an Imperial being attracted to an Argonian is more unlikely," she said jokingly.
"Hey, I'll have you know that I'm pretty good looking, by Argonian standards," I acted offended. I knew she was only joking, though there was some truth to her words. It was far more common for an Argonian to profess an attraction to the smooth-skin races than the other way around.
"I'm sure you are," she smiled at me. "Actually, you'd be surprised how many humans quietly wonder about what an Argonian bedfellow is like. I think every young girl wonders about it in her adolescence."
The knowledge caught me flatfooted. "Seriously?" I raised a sceptical brow. "I thought humans and elves thought of Argonians and Khajiit as the lesser races."
"Some of them," she admitted. "But those of us who weren't raised on racial prejudices are more curious than anything. I think your race seems very...exotic to us."
"Exotic, eh?" I chuckled. "I certainly hope that exotic didn't end up meaning strange and unpleasant."
She looked at the door, then gave me a sidewards glance and a quick, sly smile before shrugging. "You know, I can't really remember. The possibility exists that I might need a bit of a reminder."
I was prying suddenly very dry lips apart in an attempt to make a witty remark as she turned and walked towards the stairs, but all I ended up doing was giving a decidedly non-witty "Is that a fact?" that I wanted to slap myself for. I withheld the urge, instead opting to simply follow her with my eyes her as she locked the door of the shop, though I did make sure to push myself away from the counter.
"Fact?" she smiled at me again. "I never said anything about fact. I said there was a possibility," she corrected before making her way up the stairs with a noticeable sway to her hips. "The only fact I'm aware of is that in a matter of moments I'll be naked in my bed and I'd much rather not be alone."
I'm sure I had a rather stupid expression on my face as I stared after her after she was up the stairs. "You're beyond evil, you know that?" I called as I followed. "I'm pretty sure that I'm the only-" I cut myself off as I reached the top floor and caught sight of her quite naked form. I was, at the least, quite impressed with how quickly she could undress. Though the thought occurred that all she had been wearing downstairs was the dress with nothing beneath and my pants were suddenly horribly constricting.
"The only what?" she prompted in a mock innocent tone.
I coughed in an attempt to get my voice back. "The only Argonian that's going to work on," I finished.
"Then be thankful you're the only Argonian I've ever considered," she raised an eyebrow with a slight smile. "Unfortunately, it seems you aren't too interested, considering your distance."
I don't know how quickly armour issupposed to come off, or how she had had so much trouble with my pants the night before, or how my ankles didn't break when I simply tore off my boots. I do know, however, that I was as naked as she and pressing her against a wall with my lips to hers in what felt like the space of a heartbeat. Her surprise as my speed and eagerness was evident, though so was her delight as her arms wrapped around my neck and pulled me tight against her. I felt her shift slightly to accommodate my spines.
"I think we're past our awkwardness," I muttered as I nearly attacked her neck with my lips, teeth and tongue.
She made a mewling sound that I took as agreement. Nails scraped down my chest and stomach, tickling the sensitive scales and setting the muscles beneath twitching. A quiet hiss escaped my throat as one of her hands tightly gripped my hard length.
Turnabout's fair play, I reasoned as one my own hands slipped down her body to press a finger into her already wet folds. After a moment I found that fascinating little nub at the apex of her sex and pressed the pad of my finger against it. I was rewarded with a loud moan in my ear and a hard squeeze of my shaft.
From there it turned into some sort of carnal competition. Nails scratched over scales, teeth nipped at flesh and each of us did what we could to make the other one buckle first. Between her hand stroking my hardened cock and my fingers rubbing hard circles around her nub, it was more or less a toss-up for who would last longer.
Still, I was never one to take chances, nor was I someone who particularly enjoyed losing. With this in mind I flicked her hand from me and spun her around. I caught a glimpse of her surprised and flushed face before I reached around to her front and carefully pushed a clawed finger into her slick heat while my other hand rather roughly grasped her breast. She let out a sharp, quick scream of pleasure.
I pressed flush against her back as a second finger slipped into her and my tongue resumed its work on her neck. She turned her head to press her lips against mine, one hand gripping the horns on the back of my head and the other keeping her steady against the wall. My long tongue pushed into her mouth and when she began to rather enthusiastically suck on it all rational thought promptly flew from my mind.
My fingers pulled from her and dragged a wet trail across her hip when I spun her around again and pushed her onto the bed. She latched onto my shoulders and pulled me down with her. I barely missed smacking her face with mine and instead ended up with my face buried in a pillow. I heard a slight tear from the fabric that could have only been caused by my horn. I couldn't have cared less.
Her hand guided me to her entrance and I pushed my throbbing member into her while I kissed a sloppy trail up her neck to her lips. She let out a harsh moan into my mouth at the same time as a throaty hiss escaped it. I forced myself up so I was kneeling over her and began pounding into her. Her legs wrapped around my waist in a tight grip to pull me in as deeply as possible.
Quiet, muttered curses unexpectedly flowed from her lips between her gasps and moans. My hands latched onto her waist in a hard grip in a desperate attempt to push myself harder and deeper into the heated constriction of her sex. It began to take every ounce of self-control I could muster to keep myself from my climax, though she at least seemed almost as close.
Her moans and cries grew steadily louder, quickly drowning out the sound of scales meeting flesh. Her fingers clawed and grasped at the bedding beneath her. She gazed up at me through half-open eyes. I briefly wondered how my face must have looked to her, all sharp angles and black and red scales and scars focused around a pair of pale blue eyes with very inhuman slitted pupils. The idea incited a rush of insecurity that I forced myself to ignore. It clearly didn't matter to her if I looked human. I did, after all, have my dick buried to the hilt inside of her.
I was very sharply brought back to reality as she reached her peak and clenched hard around said piece of anatomy. The force and suddenness of it knocked the wind out of me and drew out my own orgasm. Something between a harsh gasp and a hiss squeezed past my teeth and I shut my eyes against the stars that burst before them.
I drew myself from her welcoming heat and let myself drop to lie beside her. She looked at me and smiled wearily, her face and neck coated in a sheen of sweat and her chest heaving with each gasp of breath she drew. My recovery was only slightly faster. "That was certainly more...energetic than last time," I noted casually.
I watched her touch a tentative hand to her crotch and wince slightly and caught a glimpse of the mixed fluids coating her fingers when she returned it to her side. "Yes, it was," she agreed. "I don't think I've ever been fucked like that before."
"How very decidedly unladylike language," I laughed quietly.
She scoffed at the remark. "Being a lady is for when I'm out in public. When I'm lying naked, sweaty and satisfied in a bed with the man who just fucked me raw, I think I'm allowed a bit of cursing."
"What an enlightened opinion," I deadpanned. "Still, I really can't argue. Good to know I did such a satisfactory job, too."
She sighed contentedly and rested her head on my chest and shoulder. "Good enough for your second try," she giggled. "You know, you're a lot warmer than most people would think."
"If Argonians were the exact same as lizards we'd freeze to death as soon as we got north of Black Marsh," I shrugged, an awkward action with someone lying on top of me. "We're just different enough to survive in a place like Morrowind or Skyrim without dying much quicker than most other races. Except for Nords, but I think they're a special case. And Khajiit have all that fur..."
"You talk too much sometimes," she looked up at me with an amused expression. "So shut up for a minute and let me enjoy some post-coital peace, okay?"
"I could always just start touching you inappropriately again," I offered.
"As much as I'd love that, I don't think my vagina could take it right now," she groaned. I coughed out a quick laugh.
"You know, you weren't nearly so foul-mouthed last night."
"It was the first time I'd ever had sex with an Argonian. It was something I needed to get used to."
"The first time I ever had sex with an Argonian I didn't think it was all that strange."
"You're an ass."
"I'm also leaving tomorrow," I suddenly blurted out.
She was silent for a moment before pressing herself more tightly to my side. "...Then I'd really like you to shut up and let me enjoy this."
I didn't say a word the rest of the night.

The brisk fall air of morning nipped at my face as I walked down the road towards Whiterun. I left Riverwood without a word to anyone, waking up with the sun in Camilla's bed and slipping out without disturbing her. It seemed cold, but to be honest I hated goodbyes and figured it was just the easiest way of doing it. I grabbed my pack, supplies and equipment from Alvor's house in silence and walked into the pale light of early morning.
A couple hours had passed since then and judging by my map I was almost to Whiterun. I looked up from the spellbook I was reading as I came around a bend through a thicket to see farms below me and what looked almost like a fortress in the distance. It was a walled city built on a small mountain and I could only assume it was Whiterun. "That wasn't so bad," I said to no one as I marked my page in the book and tucked it away in my pack. It was a tome on frost spells, though it only covered the basics in depth. By the end, with a bit of practice, I hoped I would be able to replicate my fire spell as a freezing cone of air.
I was about to continue along the path when I heard what sounded like shouting. One voice sounded distinctly feminine, though the other was guttural and inhuman. I broke into a jog, curiosity winning out over reason. It didn't take me very long to find the source of all the noise.
In the openness of a farmer's field was a woman fighting what had to have been a giant. I had heard of them before I came to Skyrim; stories of huge men who herd even more massive beasts across the tundra. It wasn't even as though I assumed the stories untrue. I had seen far, far stranger things back home in Black Marsh.
My pack hit the ground behind me and I darted towards the pair at a dead sprint when I saw the woman fall. She looked to be a capable warrior, but it also looked as though if I didn't hurry she was going to be crushed under the massive piece of wood that served as the giant's club. Both of my swords slid from their sheathes in near silence and I slashed them hard across the back of the giant's leg.
Its skin was thick and despite the sharpness of my swords they only barely managed to bite through into the flesh beneath. It still served, though, and I judged by the way it fell to its knees with a loud shout that I must have cut something important. I raised my blades to deliver a killing blow, but it struck out at me with surprising quickness and batted me away like a rag doll with its free hand.
The wind rushed from my lungs when I landed on my back. "Probably should've seen that coming," I wheezed and looked up in time to see the club swinging towards me. I rolled to the side and heard a metallic shatter behind me and when I glanced down at the wrecked earth and plants I saw the shards of one of my swords among the mess. "Oh, god dammit! Not again!" I shouted in disbelief.
The giant was still on one knee, using its good leg for leverage to swing its club at me. As it wound up for another strike I let loose a blast of flame from my free palm. It covered its face with a great howl, instead taking the burns on its hand and arm. It flailed out wildly with the club and forced me to jump back to avoid being demolished.
An arrow thudded into the back of its shoulder, drawing its attention back to the injured woman. "Hey ugly, you left a job unfinished!" she shouted as she notched another arrow. The missile slammed into the same shoulder as before, which I noticed was its club arm.
It turned fully towards her, clearly intending to correct her and finish what it had started. I saw the opportunity and charged at its back. I brought my remaining sword across the back of its neck in a tight, two-handed grip, fully hoping to simply remove its head from its shoulders in one clean sweep. Instead the blade caught and bound on the bones of its spines, and when it didn't come free when I tried to remove it on the run and I ended up getting dragged to the ground when the giant fell forward.
I stood back to my feet, planted a heel against its shoulder and heaved for all my strength on the hilt of the blade. It didn't move an inch. "Fine! Stay there and rot!" I shouted as I kicked the giant's head in frustration. "Last time I make the fucking things out of iron."
"Are you quite done?" I heard a sardonic call from the woman.
"Oh, yeah," I turned towards her. "You hurt?" I asked and walked over.
"I've been worse," she shrugged but made no move to stand.
"How wonderfully descriptive. Are you a writer?" my voice dripped with sarcasm. "Or, more importantly, can you stand?"
She winced when she moved her leg and chuckled wryly. "I'm sure I could on one leg. Don't know about walking, though."
I sighed and rubbed at the bridge of my nose. "Someone whose propensity for wit matches my own. How charming," I knelt down in front of her. "Which leg's fucked up?"
Her eyebrow arched slightly and a slight smirk touched on her lips. "My left is the one that hurts more," she answered and shifted slightly to bring the limb closer to me.
"Sounds like a pleasant mess you got yourself into," I remarked and felt along her leg for injuries. She flinched almost imperceptively as my hand pressed into a rather marked lump in her calf. "You have a broken bone in your calf that needs to be set," I informed her and stood up. "Hang on a moment."
I jogged over to what was left of my shattered sword and took the leather stripping off the hilt of it and the one uncompromisingly stuck in the giants neck. "Bite down on these so you don't crack your teeth or bite off your tongue," I held the strips out to the woman.
"You're pretty good at this," she chuckled and did as I said. A quick grunt of pain slipped past the strips in her teeth when I pressed down on the spot in her leg. I felt as well as heard the bone crack back into its proper place and internally gave the woman credit for not flinching.
"Give me a minute and I'll make you a splint," I said and took the strips back from her. My booted heel produced the necessary bits of wood from a plank in a nearby fence and I was glad no one was out in the fields at that moment, likely as much because of a recent fight with a giant as anything.
"A skilled warrior, mage and healer? It's quite uncommon to find someone so multitalented," the woman remarked as I bound the wood to her legs. With things calmed down I actually got a good look at her. She had long brown hair and a trio of painted slashes across a face that was, admittedly, quite pretty, even if she looked rather harsh. Her armour was worn and beaten and looked as though it was threatening to tear apart and fall off. I swallowed in an attempt to get some moisture into a suddenly dry mouth and pushed the thoughts of a hurt, naked woman begging for help to the back of my mind. There would time to entertain them later.
"Next you'll tell me I'm the most handsome lizard you've ever met and lament the inability to mother my children," I chuckled. "I'm good enough with a sword to keep myself from getting killed, I know a couple spells and I've had to fix myself a few times. It's nothing special."
"Well, you certainly are a fine...specimen," she let her eyes run over my body wantonly.
I shifted uncomfortable under my armour. I still wasn't used to receiving compliments from humans. "Could you not use a word like specimen? It's disturbing," I deflected. "Come on, give me your hand and I'll help you back to Whiterun." I took her hand and put her arm across my shoulders, encouraging her to lean most of her weight on me. She didn't protest or move away when I put a firm hand on her waist to steady her, so I took it as silent permission and left it there.
After grabbing my fallen pack, we were on our way. The pace was slow for her leg, and after a moment the silence started to grow a little stifling. "So..." I started lamely. "Just why did you take on a giant alone like that?"
"It had been raiding the farms for the past couple days. Someone had to do something about it," she explained. "I was going to ask one or two of my Shield-Brothers, but I didn't think it was going to prove that much a challenge."
"And what, exactly, is a Shield-Brother?" I asked. She must have thought me simply full of questions.
"A fellow member of the Companions, of course," she said as though it were obvious. "You're not from Skyrim, are you?"
I laughed. "What gave me away, the scales or the tail?" I smirked at her. "I didn't think many Argonians were from Skyrim. Apparently I've been misinformed." She swatted the side of my head lightly, prompting a slightly annoyed look. "I've only been here a few days. Less than a week, actually. Forgive me if I'm lacking an encyclopaedic knowledge of the various factions."
"We're a group of warriors," she explained.
"Like...Cyrodiil's Fighter's Guild?" I asked.
She looked as though it was an offensive question. "If the comparison must be made."
"So rather than tackle something twice your size with the help of another one or two skilled warriors, you decided to take it on by yourself and almost got crushed."
"I wasn't entirely out of options," she said vaguely. "But I appreciate your help, all the same. Actually, if you'd like you could come to Jorrvaskr and speak with Kodlak Whitemane about joining us. We're always happy to accept new warriors into our ranks."
"Seems like everyone wants me to join up with them lately," I muttered. "I'll think about it. In the meantime, how about I just learn your name?"
She laughed, a deep and sensual sound. "My name is Aela. My Shield-Brothers call me the Huntress. Might I know my rescuer's name?"
"It's Kailev-Tel. Everyone just calls me Kai," I introduced myself. "Say, you wouldn't happen to know where I'd be able to get a new sword or two, would you? I seem to be having difficulty lately keeping ownership of them for much more than a day."

A/N: Hoo boy, where to start with this. It probably would've been finished and updated a couple days ago, but it's amazing how much time visiting family and friends during the holidays takes up. Good thing I had the foresight to email it to myself, eh? I didn't know what I wanted to do with this chapter or where I wanted it to go and I definitely feel it shows, so it just ended up being one of those awkward bridge chapters that gets from one plot point to another. Until that next plot point gets written up, tell me what you think of the chapter/story so far/whatever. I'll make it a point to respond to every review I feel warrants a response. It doesn't matter if the story hits 100+ (I hardly expect it; I'm a male het writer), I'll do my utmost to answer each one I can that asks a question or raises a good point or whatever. Why do my notes always turn into rambles?
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