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Dar'Yoon's Very Naked Adventures	By : Tokage Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 26969 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The thing about Windhelm was that as cold as the city could ever get - and it could get as cold as Oblivion, easy - its people somehow managed to be even colder.
Well, unless you happened to be a nord, which Weer wasn't, and didn't care about being one either.
For the life of him he hadn't figured out why his parents had ever thought it would be a good idea to come here in Skyrim. He could understand the dark elves, sort of: after all, they had that whole eruption thing being going on, after which his own people had kinda sorta wrecked up what was left of their place (but they totally had it coming), so they were refugees and had little else to go.
But for argonians? His folks had the mostly-newly-conquered Morrowind, and of course their native Black Marsh: there was no need whatsoever to go in some ridiculously cold and boring place, and do menial and badly-paid work for a bunch of mean bastards that didn't care for them, and forced them to live in the poor sections of the city docks.
He had thought about going back, or maybe seeing the rest of the world himself, when he was old enough to go for it. Maybe in a couple years even? But probably not Skyrim: way too cold and all that shit, and he didn't much care for the whole civil war thing going on - but Ulfric Stormcloak was an asshole and really would deserve someone kicking the shit out of him.
"Yeah, he's pretty awesome," he said. "I mean, my people wouldn't have a place to go without him, would they?"
"Yeah, if my dad had his way, you lot would all be kicked out and into Riften or something!", Havir said. "Uh, no offense. I think you're cool."
"Thanks."
"My dad says Ulfric killed like a hundred Thalmor in the war!", someone else said: they had quite the group of kids there. "He knows: he was there to count them."
"Didn't he kill a daedra with bare hands once?"
"What's a daedra?"
"Dunno. Mom says it's this big scaly monster thing."
There were oohs and aahs. Nord children had of course been strictly forbidden to see any of the dirty argonians or dunmer or kids of other races for that matter, which of course meant they were going to go right ahead and do just that. Children never gave a fuck about what their parents said: Weer knew that pretty well himself.
They got along just fine - way better than their parents did with one another - so long as he remembered to pay proper respect to the great hero Ulfric Stormcloak. Everyone here loved Ulfric: no one, child or adult, ever said a bad word about him unless they had a death wish.
But he was smart enough to avoid that, and so the native children were one of the things he didn't hate about this place. There was only one other thing he didn't hate, and then one thing he loved: the rest could go suck it.
The other thing he didn't hate were the sunsets: the air was clear here and there was a pretty good sight of it, if they all climbed to the cliffs a bit away from the city docks.
The thing he loved was On-Wa.
She was the only other argonian child in the whole city, which basically made them best of friends by default. But as nicely as they got along, Weer sure would've loved it if they had gotten along even better. She was about a year older than him - that made her fourteen - and pretty as hell, with lovely shiny eyes and a shapely face. She usually went around in a fur dress, a basic clothing that accentuated her own features just fine. She looked really cute in a scarf.
And that voice... he was pretty sure she knew how that sweet, beautiful voice of hers affected him, and as such spoke a lot about this place and her family and how it was way too cold. Like she was teasing him.
Did she even know how he felt of her? Probably... he had never mounted up the nerve to just tell her and maybe ask her out or something, but it's not like he was being very subtle about it, the way he looked at her and occasionally phased out when she spoke. She was probably laughing at him on the inside. Thinking he was just a kid: he knew girls liked older men.
Man, love was hard.
He was heading back home from the sunset, along the usual dock alleyways. It was getting dark and cold and empty, which was a pretty good idea of how his mood was looking: he had tried to spit it out for On-Wa right before seeing her home, but, as usual, had chickened out. So, fuck that.
He kicked a stone ahead of him, grumbling. Snow had started to fall, coming down lightly on him and his surroundings, painting the dark alley in a nice new coat of white - not that he could see much of it, since it was quite dark: no city lights here. He tightened his coat to shelter from the cold and moved on, and that's when he heard the voice.
"Dangerous out here by yourself, isn't it, sweetheart?"
He jumped, froze, and looked around in a sudden scare. There had been no one else on the alleyway mere moments ago at least - and yet now, looking to the direction of the voice, he had another little jump-scare when he saw the shadow that had not been there a second ago. "Uh." He swallowed and tried to steel himself. "Where'd you come from?"
The shadow belonged to a person, a female khajiit based on the face and the voice, in a thick fur suit and a cloak. She looked pleased with herself. "Well, I have been following you for a while, but you never noticed. People usually don't notice even the most obvious things, let alone those that are trying to remain hidden."
"And, why have you been following me?" She was rather tall, leaving him on less than chest height of her. He frowned. "I don't have anything to steal. I'm just a kid, my parents work at the docks."
"Oh, don't worry, I'm not here to rob you, or hurt you." She smiled behind her scarf. "I just saw you had poor luck with something, and figured that you could maybe use company as much as I."
She came closer, leaning against a wall. A scent filled the cool winter air, one rather appealing and expensive that made Weer blush. And he blushed even more when he thought about what she was saying, looking away. "You saw that, then? Yeah... I really messed it up, didn't I?"
"You rather did." She chuckled. "But don't beat yourself for it: it can be hard."
"Yeah. I mean, she's older than me too: girls like older men, so..."
She smiled widely, in an amused manner, and removed the scarf from over her lower face. The argonian boy didn't know what to think about her getting a little closer again. "That is a common mistake to make. Girls don't like older men: they like men with experience."
"...Don't those mean the same thing...?" He swallowed.
She leaned against him: their faces were close, and the scent was very strong. "What's your name, sweetheart?"
"...Weer."
"My name is Dar'Yoon. It's a pleasure." Her voice was but a whisper: despite her general seductiveness, she wasn't trying to actually touch him or do anything, a fact he was very thankful of at this state.
In fact, after the introductions she backed away again, allowing some fresh air to clear his head. "Well, you seem like a nice kid - and a handsome one, too." He blushed. "I think that girl of yours would be very smart to accept you. So, how about we made a deal?"
Weer didn't know what to say to that, so he said nothing.
"I will give you some experience you need, which you can use to fulfill all your dreams. In return, you provide some companionship to me: I sure could use some myself."
The boy flushed deeper red, quite prominent on his light-green scales. He didn't think of himself as very smart, but it had been fairly obvious to him for a while what she wanted of him, and this more or less clinched it. "I-... I thought girls liked more experienced boys... why would you want to...?"
"Well," she smiled, "girls like experienced boys when they themselves are young and inexperienced. But once they reach a certain age... they will want the opposite, to teach the ropes to sweet young men such as you."
To be entirely honest, Weer had never even thought about this sort of things with On-Wa. He had just imagined them holding hands, hugging, maybe kissing a little bit sometimes, and had been perfectly content with that. But now, given the opportunity to go all the way with a woman he just met was making his heart beat and quickening his breath.
For a khajiit, she did seem rather attractive, and his imagination was painting vivid pictures about how she would look under those clothes, bringing heat to his loins as he grew aroused. She seemed to know what he was thinking, and smiled wide, enjoying the attention.
Also there was the thing about how this could help him win over his crush, but as much as he didn't like to admit it, that idea went to the back seat pretty quickly. "So, uh..." He swallowed, shaking a little and feeling incredibly awkward and shy. "...What should I do?"
"Well." She smirked wide as she leaned against the wall again, tail twitching. "There is a willing girl next to you. What would you like to do?"
He looked around, embarrassed, making sure there was absolutely no one else nearby, before he held her hand. It was a good first step to make, and made his hand feel tingly and his heart pounding. The khajiit seemed amused by that, and some subtle encouragement and a few more sweet words eventually got him to hug her, which was a warm and exciting thing to do, especially when she responded to the gesture in kind.
"So..." Weer was encouraged by the feeling of her body heat against his, her chest heaving up and down, and the lovely scent of whatever perfume she was having. He felt like he might want to push this. "Can... can I kiss you...?"
"Sure."
Huh. That was easy.
The actual process of kissing turned out to be rather less so, though, with their height difference, entirely different facial bone structures, and the boy's general awkwardness and inexperience getting on the way. He reached up towards her and closer to her face: she leaned forward and closed her eyes, ready and inviting. He closed his eyes too, and approached.
The first attempt hit her cheek. It was warm and fuzzy, and he ended up nuzzling against it for a while, before going in for another try, which succeeded.
This was the first kiss Weer had ever had. It was warm, soft, and all around perfect, in the warm embrace of a woman twice his age, who turned out to be a great kisser as well. At first they just barely brushed one another's lips, took little tastes of each other, but they soon went deeper in, and more passionate.
He found himself learning subtly about how to use his tongue: Dar'Yoon had started it, just a little bit at the beginning, and he had simply tried to keep up. He hadn't even noticed it was a lesson until halfway through.
Another thing he missed entirely was how, thanks to their close hug and his growing excitement, he was giving her a good deal of something to giggle about. It wasn't until her hand went lower on his body and rubbed his rear-end that he finally realized his embarrasment, pulling away from the kiss.
"Something wrong...?", she murmured, as he looked away. "I can assure you it's the expected reaction."
"Y-yeah, I know, I just..." He stammered something largely unintelligible as he blushed furiously. Yet at the same time, he continued to gently rub himself against her: clearly amused by this, she moved her hand away from his butt and on to his front, a move that caused him to gasp.
"Mmm..." Her hand clasped around the member through the cloth, stroking it, doubtlessly feeling it twitch as he felt more blood pumping to it. "You're not just a little boy, are you...?"
"W-watch it...", he stammered. "I don't... I don't think I can last very long like that..."
She obeyed, her hand moving away and on to his belt, which got him to gasp. "Wait."
The hand stopped. Instead, her smiling lips moved forward again for another kiss, to which he responded. "We're not going to be seen...", she murmured between kisses. "...And we'll keep each other quite warm."
"I-I know, it's just..." Weer stopped the kiss but hugged her, burying his face against her neck. "...It's just not very romantic..."
He felt her shudder as she giggled. "How considerate of you. You'll grow to be a fine gentleman..." She kissed his cheek, her hands caressing his back. "All right... how about you just let me vent you a little, and then we'll find a place you would like...?"
"Uh... vent me?"
He pulled away from her neck, blushing and breathing hard, to see his date smile wide. "Well... as it is, you would not last very long at all, when we got to the action. It would not be very much fun for either of us, yes? But if we can let some of it out, then we can make it better for us later on..."
"Um. I... guess...?" He still wasn't sure what exactly she was going to do. Just that it probably involved giving him an orgasm, which he wasn't entirely against: he was excited, if extremely embarrassed and a little scared, of the prospect. He leaned against the wall, his chest heaving up and down and his lips parted, looking at her. "So...?"
"Just hold still and relax, sweetheart..." Dar'Yoon stroked the top of his head affectionately and gave him another kiss, deeper and more passionate than most of the ones they had shared so far, but one that did not last for too long. She then moved further down, on his cheek, and neck, making him whimper a little. Meanwhile, her hands caressed his chest and sides, feeling warm and tingly through the clothing.
He instinctively leaned his hips forward as she, all of her, kneeled further down on him. His eyes glanced downwards to look at her as her hands went to his belt again and unclasped it, her own attention firmly to his groin as she pulled the garment down: he shuddered when he was revealed to the cold night air, and the warm gaze and breath of a woman.
Dar'Yoon couldn't help but smirk as her eyes fell to the young manhood presented to her, twitching a little, beads of pre having formed on its head. It was pink, tapering, and larger than she had at first expected it to be, before her hands had fallen on it: clearly puberty had already done some of its work on him.
She giggled when she noticed that even breathing on it was getting a reaction, Weer gasping and moving his hips as she did so, his hands moving on her head to urge her forward.
Fur gloves discarded and lying on the ground, her bare hands moved on his hips and thighs, stroking him, to keep him warm and comfortable and to let him feel her affection. Meanwhile, her lips and tongue went closer to the treat offered to them: it twitched under the touch when she kissed the tip gently, taking in the little white beads and tasting them. More came out as she licked the upper surface, grabbing them along with her tongue as it passed by.
Gradually, she put more attention to it: first just the tip went to her mouth, enjoying the taste and the reactions of its owner, but not much later, she took the shaft to between her lips entirely. More pre came out as her mouth suckled on it, her tongue lapping all over the flesh. His tail swished behind him, stroking at her with it on occasion, as he got more excited and lost control.
"I... I think I'm gonna..." The rest of the sentence was buried under the most adorable growl as the target of her ministrations came. She shivered when globs of thick, mature seed struck her mouth in small but powerful torrents, the rod between her lips twitching heavily and sending in another hot, tasty treat with each one. His hands kept her close to him, his hips grinded against her, and he growled and whimpered throughout.
There was more to swallow than she had first expected, and it was all thick and genuine stuff. She chuckled: despite his young age, he was clearly fertile, ready to be a father.
Dar'Yoon continued to lap on him for a good time, until every last bit of his semen was in her mouth, his penis going flaccid in her. Only then she stopped and let it go: she spent a little while kissing his hips and lower stomach, before moving back up, pulling his pants back on as he did.
Weer, for his part, had just gone through heaven. Up until now, he had been living under the impression that masturbation was fun, that stroking himself until he came was the greatest physical feeling he had ever felt. Yet having his pride be completely taken in by the lips of a female, have her lips stroke him, her tongue lap him, the warmth of her breath and the moisture of her saliva... had been something entirely different. It had been amazing.
He shuddered as he thought there would be yet more to come, his cock twitching one last time even as she was pulling out from it.
He hugged her instantly as she came back up on his level, allowing himself to be pulled to her embrace - more so because his legs couldn't quite carry him. "Did you like it...?", she asked.
"...Wow."
"You're welcome."
They stayed like that for a while, waiting for Weer to regain the ability to use his legs properly - he felt like he might have fallen asleep there for a moment, so comfortable a position it was. She encouraged this, stroking his head affectionately, and holding him close, but eventually she brought up that it might be even more comfortable on his bed.
"Oh. Right... yeah." He blushed, not the least because he thought about the other activities they might get to do then.

His legs rejuvenated, they moved quickly and briskly, close to one another and holding hands. His heart beat as he led her to his home, excited and rather tense about what the immediate future would hold to him, about what he would get to do. His house, a small dock building, was ten minutes away, but he felt like they might have done it in eight - and yet at the same time, like it had gotten them three hours.
The cool sea wind prompted them to go inside quickly. The place was dark, and rather chilly: no one else seemed to have gotten home yet, a small note explaining his parents would have to stay at work overnight, a fact of which Weer was very thankful of. They got the fireplace going rather quickly - she somehow managed it with but a whisper, like she was a wizard or something - to get some lightand warmth into the building.
Though rather shy and red, he was also excited over the future, and got rid of his clothes quickly afterwards, revealing all of him for her: a skinny, awkward argonian boy, still in the process of becoming a man, his scales green apart from his face, where the heavy blush had turned them bright red. His pink shaft, though it had retreated back to its sheath during the trip here, tired from its ejaculation only ten minutes before, was poking through again.
"I think you're pretty handsome," Dar'Yoon said, in sweet and honeyed words that made her sound like she really meant it. "Now it's my turn..."
His member got fully out of its sheath and into complete erection as he watched her undress. Her shirt gave way to reveal a play of black and white fur, a lean and muscular stomach, and more importantly, small breasts that he yearned to grope on, and dark red nipples on top of them that caught his attention for a time. Clearly knowing how to get attention, she took a seductive pose and held her chest with both hands, smiling at him. "You like what you see, sweetheart?"
"Y-yes."
He breathed in heavily as her hands went lover to lower her pants, exposing the rest of her to him. Her clothes had left her shapes hidden, but now he could see that she had perfect, lean but curvy hips to go along with the narrow waist and small chest, muscular thighs and of course, the treasure between her legs, closed but glistening with wet. She turned around to give him a look at her buttocks, her lower lips still visible between them, shaking her hips in a way that made his manhood twitch spontaneously.
He just couldn't stop staring, but she seemed appreciative enough of it, so he didn't think about stopping either.
That lovely smell filled the air as she got closer, making him shudder heavily when she embraced him, his head ending up between her breasts. He looked up at her, and was faced with a smile: his hands trembled as they started to wander across her body, feel the curves and the fur, before coming higher up. "Uh... c-can I...?"
"Of course. You can go ahead and do whatever you want with me..."
Encouraged by her, Weer placed his hands on her breasts, getting to finally feel them properly. He fondled her rather awkwardly, experimentally, to which he got a chuckle as a response. She in the meantime leaned down to kiss him, and caress him throughout, her hands going along his back, sides, hips, and tail.
There was a warm bear pelt nearby, to which they lied down on, after some time kissing and groping. She stretched wide on her back, her chest rising up to him. "You can kiss me elsewhere than lips...", she encouraged. "You need to learn to give attention all over the girl."
He wasn't bold enough to do anything like that immediately, though, so he continued to kiss her lips for a while longer, embracing her. Eventually, though, he moved lower: her neck, shoulders, and collarbone were all properly given attention, like she had asked, before his face once again came on level with her chest. Swallowing, he leaned forward, and kissed them too: he felt her move under him and heard a "Mmm...", a gesture that urged him onward to give her more affection.
Her nipples had perked up, and he found them a good place to kiss and suckle on: they tasted good, and there was an immediate reaction from her, a little twitch that he liked. His manhood rubbed aganst her thigh, releasing some pre on her fur, as he paid his ministrations to her breasts, fondling and nursing like a newborn: Weer felt rather awkward at first, but he figured he was getting the hand of it soon enough. "You're learning..."
Meanwhile, her hands continued to caress him throughout, though they thankfully stayed away from his cock. He didn't think he could last too long if they had gone there. Not that he could do that anyway: even her sight, smell, and taste were bringing him to the brink.
Eventually he started to go lower, mostly because she was gently urging him to do so. He felt her stomach, planting little kisses on it, but eventually... stopped again, feeling awkward. "Uh..."
"...Go on," she encouraged.
"...O-okay..."
His hands slowly, and rather roughly in his inexperience, moved to her most intimate portions, fingers stroking the wet fur and feeling the texture of her outer folds. He was surprised just how soaked she was, and blushed as he continued to touch and look.
"Don't forget the clitoris." She pointed the little red pearl out for him, one that he would probably have missed entirely otherwise - and it seems she had pointed it out for reason, for as soon as he touched it, he felt her twitch and heard her whimper. "That's good..."
He kept his thumb on it as two of his other fingers probed further in, moving between her folds, finding that there was plenty of room there for them. She tensed and moved her hips upward to meet his touch, something he found very encouraging. Her little hints, encouragements, and small lessons urged him forward, giving him important things to remember for the future.
"Well, sweetheart... are you ready to move in?", she finally asked, a question that got him to gasp and go breathless for a while.
"Uh... y-yeah. I guess... yeah?"
He moved fully on top of her, once again feeling her warmth against his body, her smile going straight into his soul. He placed his hands on her hips to support him, his face once again burying to the valley between her breasts, and his shaft - he shuddered as he realized this - right on top of her wet entrance, ready to move in at any moment. Her own hands hugged him close in the meantime.
"Take your time..."
And he did. He took a fair amount of time, before he could finally get himself to take that final step, all breath leaving his body as they connected. He thought he could have taken it slow, but instead he was sucked in as quickly as he had started, enveloped by her warm folds, hugging his rock-hard, throbbing lizard penis. She seemed to enjoy it too: she gave a murmur of appreciation, to go with his groan of extreme pleasure.
He pulled out, awkwardly, and right back in, not managing to take his time or go very slow. He was rough and rather harsh, his virginity shining through: Dar'Yoon could not gain all that much sexual pleasure out of him, his lack of experience probably leading into him coming long before her - but it was far from an unpleasant experience regardless, and she greatly enjoyed the look on his blushing face, and how cute he was throughout, although she did not say any of this out loud.
She had been in a bit of a poor, lonely mood after her recent encounter with that troll, but having met Weer turned out to have been a perfect remedy. She murmured words of appreciation and encouragement as she felt him come closer to his peak, managing to arouse herself further by imagining herself heavy with his child: certainly a far more pleasant prospect than the same with a troll.
The argonian was tense, and tried his best to make her have fun too, caressing her body and kissing her breasts. He could feel his orgasm approach quickly, but could not tell very well whether she was close as well, or how much enjoyment she was getting out of it. Feeling heat mount up in his groin, he quickened his pace further, taking support of her legs as he moved as fast as he could, rapidly going in and out, feeling breath go away from him.
"I can't hold much longer...", he warned her.
"That's good... that's good. Just give me all you've got, lover. Fill all of me!" She gasped and tensed against him, pulling herself closer.
He gasped and moaned, in an unfortunately un-manly manner he thought, as he finally reached the zenith of his pleasure and felt the climax hit. A heavy shudder went through his entire body as pressure mounted in his groin, his internal testicles pumping fluid into his member and releasing it to her. It was a fantastic feeling, one he could further accentuate by moving his hips as fast as he could, pumping into her hard and fast, in rhythm with the waves of pleasure, moving in each time he was launching more of his seed.
Soon enough, all power went through him, and he simply collapsed on top of her, spent. His mouth was open and he breathed heavily between her chest, his hands slowly embracing her again, even as his cock continued twitching and throbbing inside her.
They lied there in their arms for a long time, neither saying nothing, basking in the afterglow. Lying on top of the khajiit was the highest point of his life, and he allowed himself to be pulled against her and let himself disappear against her warmth, her scent. He was so tired.

Weer woke up in his bed, under the sheets, and for a moment thought that the last night's carnal pleasures had been nothing but a dream. But then he felt the soft, warm arms around him, and relaxed: it was all right.
"Hey," he heard Dar'Yoon whisper: when he looked to that direction, their faces less than inch from one another, he saw her smile. He kissed her, deep and long.
"Hey." He smiled as well when he broke the kiss. "How long was I out?"
"Just a couple hours." She nuzzled him, kissed his cheek, and caressed his body. He did the same, snuggling against her while his hands wandered, mostly feeling her firm rear end. His shaft slowly emerged from its sheath, poking shamelessly against her thigh: her mere presence, her beauty and scent, seemed to be enough to provoke him into arousal now.
"Wow... you sure can last a while...", she murmured, her hand caressing his thigh and making it tingle, before moving to his front and stroking him, tenderly, making him twitch and groan.
"I-I'm sorry...", he managed between pleasures.
"About what?"
"About... not being able to satisfy you."
She smiled, and just kissed him for a time, her hand on his twitching prick, taking in pre. "It's fine... it was your first time: these things happen."
"O-okay..." He pressed his head against her chest, taking in scent. "Can... can we make love again...? I want to see if I could do better this time..."
Dar'Yoon smiled, as she removed the hand from his maleness and allowed him to position himself next to her, aligning their bodies. He really was the sweetest guy, she thought. In many ways, he was the exact opposite of the troll: rather inadequate in bed and unable to fully satisfy her, but also incredibly gentle, caring, and loving. "That girl of yours... she's in for a treat."
She couldn't hear his response, possibly because it was muffled against her chest, but pretty soon it no longer matter: her lips parted as he moved in, with far more confidence and skill than the last time.
Weer knew pretty much for a fact that he fared much better for the second go. For one thing, he managed to last much longer, even with the incredible pleasure of her womanhood around him - and for another, her reaction was quite different. The khajiit was louder, moaning and whimpering throughout, whispering his name, and her face was that of pleasure, with eyes closed and tongue sticking out.
Finally, when he came, the difference was like night and day: the last time around, as they lied in each other's arms beside the fireplace, she had not reacted by much to his orgasm - but now, when he climaxed inside her, her body essentially exploded against him. She tensed up, yowled, mrowled, and of course, as such a surprising moment that it made him gasp, her inner folds squeezed around him to keep him inside, releasing a torrent of her juices on their thighs and the bedsheets.
And once again, she needn't hug him for long, kiss him for too much, before he was erect once more and ready for another go.
They made love two more times that night. For the third time, they sat up on the bed and Dar'Yoon presented herself for him, moonlight shining through the window, lowering herself on the blushing, awkward argonian's member. She rode him gently but aggressively, holding him close and burying his face to her chest, her sexual fluids dripping down along his manhood and her thighs - soon joined in by extra beads of sperm that had not made their way to her womb.
He turned the tables for the fourth and last time, asking her to lift her rear for him and, after a moment of appreciating her bare ass and slit, plunged straight in, taking her as hard as he could. Which still wasn't all that hard, but for Dar'Yoon, it was the thought that counted. She moaned loudly to get him know that it was appreciated, and reached back to rub her clit and, for once, make her come before he would: he deserved that much.
She succeeded, and her orgasm triggered his as well, whimpering as he released more of his heat inside her, his fertile seed settling down into her center, potentially impregnating her. She settled down into her afterglow, imagining her egg being found by his genes, bringing up this issue to him as well.
"Uh... I-I hope not...", Weer stammered. "It'd really complicate things, and... and I'm too young... and On-Wa... would it even possible for us to...? We're of entirely different races and all that..."
She smiled, hugging him. "I know, but I do think you could breed some wonderful children. Make sure to have plenty with her, would you?"
"Y-yeah..."
They fell asleep in the middle of their embrace, each other's body warmths lulling them to peaceful rest.

Dar'Yoon did not often wear clothes - usually just when the weather was cold, like it had been earlier tonight - and she had her underwear on even less of a time: only when she would have to wear armor in combat, and fight the chafing and grinding, really - and that happened extremely rarely. As such, she had managed to go through her decade of adventure with just a single pair of panties: brown, made out of simple cloth, nothing remarkable about them.
She found them, pulled them on, and returned to the bed to lie next to the still-sleeping Weer. She smiled as she watched him, her eyes wandering along his skinny form, especially his morning wood, as her hand sunk down along her body and rubbed the front of her underwear, her other hand moving up to fondle a breast.
She tried to be quiet, to not wake him up, but an occasional whimper still escaped her, especially at the moment of orgasm, soiling the front of her undies with her juices. She sighed in satisfaction, and moved the hand to the other side of the fabric, dipping two fingers to her folds, without even missing a beat.
By the time Weer woke up, she had climaxed four times to her panties, by now drenched with her sexual fluids to the point of leaking them on her thighs, her lips visible through the sodden cloth. She had a fourth one even as he watched, stroking his own member.
"What're you doing...?"
"Preparing something for you to remember me by, sweet." She kneeled on the bed and leaned towards him, her breasts right on top of his head, as she slowly took off the only garment on her. Her juices leaked from it, forming strands of fluid that connected the underwear to her snatch, only briefly before they cut off.
He could only watch, his jaw dropped, as she took them fully off and ceremoniously placed them on top of his face. "Uh..."
"They were my only pair. Now they are yours. Keep them as a good luck charm."
The argonian's erect shaft twitched and launched some pre as he took a deep breath of her scent. "Uh..." Meanwhile, she lied back down next to him, her sex soaked and leaking, and gently put a hand around his member. "Let me help with that."
He gasped, his pelvis launching up to meet the touch, but he managed to reluctantly pull her off. "Actually... uh, let's leave it at that. I was going to... going to try and meet On-Wa today."
"Oh...?" She smiled, simply hugged him, and gave him a deep kiss. "Good luck."
He kissed her back, embraced her for a time, then lied her down and put himself on top of her. He had gotten to the taste of her body now: he would have some more before he left.
The khajiit was a smart girl, and quickly figured out what he was going to do when he moved lower on her: she spread her legs fully and rubbed herself, splitting her folds with her fingers to give him a good look of her body.
Weer spent no time going down on her, dipping his head between her legs and taking a deep scent, hearing a little whimper as he breathed back down on her. He started with small, quick kisses, taking experimental first tastes on her outer folds, teasing her - but soon lost control of himself and went in fully, licking and lapping.
She tasted delicious. Her nether lips quivered under his assault, rubbed against him as her hips moved up, and evoked a moan from her as his tongue went inside to probe her folds. Meanwhile, his hands rubbed along her hips and thighs, caressing her, going to squeeze her ass as well. Each lick earned him more juices as her arousal mounted.
He spent some time teasing her, going all over her to get her closer to climax, before finally assaulting the clit. That did it: he was rewarded with a lustful yowl and a veritable torrent of her juices, of which he tried to lap up as much as he could - but it would have been a hopeless quest from the start, and a lot of it came on her thighs, his jaw and chest, and the bedsheets under them.
He continued trying to drink up the delicious nectar as she rode down from her orgasm. "Mmm..."
They had one final hug, some more kisses, and last bids of farewell and girl advice. But all too soon, they heard noise from downstairs, signifying the arrival of Weer's parents, which meant that Dar'Yoon would have to go. So she got down from the bed and went to her clothes.
She stood back to him and leaned down to pick up her pants, giving him one final perfect view of her rear end and everything else. She danced and shook her booty, up until the fur garment finally went over it, and he would never again see that ass. She turned around to give him a similar look of her breasts, before they too were covered by a shirt.
By the time he got downstairs, fully dressed, to meet with his exhausted parents, the khajiit that had changed his life was gone.

After a short talk with his parents ("Yes I had a good night, no nothing happened..."), he headed outside. He was incredibly pent-up, full of confidence, and with soaked panties in his pocket, out of which he took several sniffs before he found On-Wa.
"Wait, you had sex last night?", she looked incredulous, but curious at the same time.
"Yeah. Could I make any of this stuff up?"
"You could: you've said weirder stuff. Prove it."
"I have her panties in my pocket."
He showed her. Considering his incredible newfound confidence, she seemed inclined to believe him in the first place. But after seeing the underwear, and especially giving them a little smell, she was entirely convinced. She blushed, shivered, and then grabbed his hand.
Weer thought he could maybe get to hold hands like this, by proving her that he was more of a man than she had thought. What he would never have expected would have been her also pulling him along somewhere. "Come on, let's go to my place."
"Uh... okay?"
It was the middle of the day, so there was no one in her home at the moment, which seemed just fine for her. She pulled him in her arms and locked lips with him, a gesture to which he responded mostly out of surprise and shock: this was a whole new side of the sweet, beautiful On-Wa he knew.
Pretty sure, they were in her bedroom wearing absolutely nothing. He had never even imagined her naked, but here she was: her scales were a little darker green than his, and she was a little less skinny and with some shapes here and there, with small maturing breasts and hips - like a half-finished sculpture by the great artist that was Puberty, one that looked beautiful even now and probably absolutely amazing once it had finished. Her hands wrapped around her sides, looking away as he could do nothing but stare.
She was blushing and shy, but as he looked down to between her legs, also at least as aroused as he was: her inner thighs were soaked, and she enjoyed the look of his erect shaft. "Did I do that...?"
"Yeah." It was true: he may have had the hard-on back when he was with Dar'Yoon, but he was specifically saving it for her, and by now was barely remembering the khajiit at all - the picture in his head was entirely replaced by this beautiful young argonian.
She continued being awkward and a little reluctant, but despite his several questions of whether she was completely sure about this, she answered positively. "Yeah... yeah. I want this. I want you. I've... um, I've actually always thought you were kind of cute..." She smiled adorably, her face entirely red.
"What... really?"
"Y-yeah. I've been wanting to do stuff like this for a while, but I was too scared to say..."
She paused and gasped when she felt him hug her. It was not a friendly embrace, like the ones they had often had, but a hug of comfort, affection, and love. "It's all right... I'm here now, and we can do whatever we want."
"Okay...!" She seemed happy by this, and let herself lie down on the bed, breathing heavily and looking at him.
Her being shy and having little idea what to do, Weer took charge of the situation: he had the experience and the confidence now. Gently kissing and caressing her, making sure she was okay with everything he did, and occasionally answering questions, he seemed to have her attention and affection pretty well by the time he was ready to move in.
Her legs spread with a mere brush of his fingertips, revealing her beautiful nethers, her lips open and her perfect labia exposed. He hugged her, kissed her, and made sure she was all right with it before making the final push, slowly and carefully. She tensed under him and winced, gasping a little, as her virginity was torn: he went in even slower and, upon fully bottoming inside her, paused for a time to let her regain her composure, even when his own pleasure was mounting and he could hardly wait.
He made love to her in a leisurely pace, allowing her to get used to the feeling of having him inside her, and replace pain with pleasure. She sobbed and whimpered, holding him close, but when he whispered if it were all right, the answer was always positive and a plea for him to continue.
He wanted to stop just for her sake, even though the experience was even greater than it had been with Dar'Yoon, being in bed with his love so much better than being with someone he had just met - not to mention no longer being an awkward virgin - but her apparently not enjoying it all that much was making it worse. Still, as long as she said she was okay and wanted to keep going, he did.
Only when the sobbing had ended and replaced almost entirely by moaning, did Weer dare to go faster inside her. On-Wa accepted this and braced herself against him, holding him close and preparing for the approaching climax. He braced himself against the bed by taking hold of the sheets on both sides of her, leaning up to kiss her on the lips, and whisper about how much he loved her and how good she felt.
Pretty soon, he started to think about pulling out of her, before he would come inside her and risk making her pregnant - but she seemed to know what he was thinking, and rubbed his rear end to urge him onward. "D-don't even think about it," she growled.
"Nnh..." He started to move faster, determined of getting her to come before he would - and though it took a great deal of enduring, succeeded. She gasped and moaned as her climax hit, her folds rippling on him and sending her waves of pleasure crash against his body as well, bringing upon his orgasm from the contact. He cried out, embraced her closely, and pumped inside her harder as he filled her with his cream, no longer caring for the consequences.
They stayed like that for a while, panting and sweating, blushing and embracing, him still inside her. "Hhh..." She was the first one to manage to articulate the noise she was making into a word of some kind. "...Wow." He remained quiet, so she kept going. "That... that was amazing... thank you. I love you."
"I love you too, On-Wa..."
He pulled out from her after some time, earning a shiver from them both as their exposed, overly-sensitive sexes ceased to be in contact, after which they reduced themselves to the state of hugging and occasionally kissing again.
This time, it was Weer that spoke first: "So... what're you going to do?"
"About what?"
"I mean... if you're... uh... if I made you..." He didn't seem to manage to say the word, but he got far enough that she understood him.
"I... yeah. I think, since it was with you, it's okay. I'd like to... I'd like to keep it. To have children with you."
"Hmm..." He considered this answer for some time, not saying anything, and simply embracing her. "...All right."
"I thought you would've objected a little more..." She giggled.
"Nah." He shrugged. "You're going to be the one to carry it and painfully push it out. I think the least I could do would be to go along with it, try and support you."
"Thanks..." She kissed him, deep: it was all he had hoped from the kisses between them, and more. And he got to have more of them than he could ever have hoped for.
Not to mention all the hot sex.
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Some months later, the two children had a lot of explaining to do to their parents.
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