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The Line Begins to Blur	By : VirusVescichetta Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 61891 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Review response: To Marcus13, it's safe to say there will certainly be a number of elves featured. Also, Nivenor (Riften Bosmer) is cheating on her husband, so it still totally works. Also works for Kai having to run for his life. Or at least think he does. A random civilian probably wouldn't actually be able to stand up to him for very long, but it makes for a potentially entertaining situation to write. To A Concerned Citizen, I don't plan on having anyone develop into a full-out romantic interest at the moment. A Lydia scene is possible based on reader demand. As much as I don't see the point in adding another scene to the pile, I can at least claim originality based on it being an Argonian, which is something I don't think anyone else has done. That said, there will be a huge amount of sexual tension throughout between the two of them.

"Damn, these are heavy," I muttered as Lydia and I carried our set of mammoth tusks into Whiterun.
"We only needed one," she shot me a quick glare. "Why did you have to insist that we bring all eight? What if she isn't willing to pay for them all?"
"I wasn't going to charge her extra," I frowned at her. "But she's looking to sell them and start a store or an inn or something. I wasn't really paying too much attention. Regardless I figure more will help give her a better start."
"I wouldn't have ever guessed you'd be so philanthropic," she said with a disturbing amount of sincerity.
"Yeah, well, sometimes I like to take a break from the thievery, murder and rape and do something nice to balance it all out," I deadpanned. I actually managed to get a smirk out of my normally stoic housecarl.
"Had I known that was the plan I would've been much more enthusiastic about joining up with you, my Thane," she replied in a similar sarcastic monotone.
"Oh, so you're one of those girls. Remind me to never take you home to meet my mother. I don't think she'd approve."
She scoffed humorously. "I think your mother would have a greater problem with me not being an Argonian."
"I think my mother would care a lot more about...some of my other decisions than who I decide to bring home," I chuckled.
"I suppose you have a point. I'd be somewhat shocked if your mother turned out to be a supporter of the thievery, murder and rape we'll apparently be getting up to."
"Exactly. She isn't going to care if the one I was doing it with was a human," I said flippantly.
A few minutes of silence passed as we made our way towards the marketplace. "Do you actually know where this woman is? These tusks aren't getting any lighter," Lydia asked as she shifted the pack on her shoulder.
"How should I know? All you humans look the same to me," I returned with a smirk I hoped she couldn't see. I hoped she thought I was actually being serious. "The only noteworthy things I noticed about her were her red hair and..." I paused for a moment and decided against mentioning that I'd spent most of the conversation with Ysolda taking quick glances at her chest. "And that's about it. Short red hair."
"Why would you notice her hair?" Lydia asked with obvious surprise.
"Part of how Argonians identify each other is by the spines or horns on our heads. No two are quite the same," I explained. "So we tend to do the same with humans. Unfortunately you seem to be rather fond of picking specific styles to copy from each other so it can get kind of confusing." It was a half-truth. Hair was one way I told humans apart but it wasn't as though I couldn't separate individual faces or body shapes. If I could convince Lydia I couldn't, though, I figured it could end up being a lot of fun.
"She's coming out of the inn," I caught sight of her just as my housecarl spoke up.
"Looks like you'll prove useful, yet," I smirked over my shoulder. Ysolda saw us approaching and motioned for us to meet her at a quiet section off to the side of the market. "I found you a mammoth tusk," I said with some small measure of pride as we set down our packs. "I also found a couple extra."
The red-haired woman looked between the twin packs loaded down with gleaming bone. "I...I can't pay you for all of these," she sounded apologetic and surprised.
"I'm not asking you to pay me for all eight. Just one. The other seven are purely complimentary," I assured her. "You said you were trying to buy the inn or something and I figured that every bit would help."
She looked stunned into silence for a moment before smiling at me. "Thank you," she said gratefully. "Really. Thank you. This is more than I could have asked for."
"Don't mention it," I waved her off. "Though I can't imagine you have any way to sell these off right this minute, so I guess I should help you carry them to your house or something."

"Just think: some day, this will all be yours," I chuckled to Ysolda before downing another mouthful of ale. "Hopefully some day soon. Unless you cut off the free ale for the Thane. That'd be a shame."
"You're drunk," she laughed openly.
"I am not drunk," I defended and mentally cursed the slur to my voice. "I am, however, very...warmed through." I paused with the tankard halfway to my lips. "I don't think that's a real expression. Oh well. Fuck it," I laughed again and poured what remained down my gullet.
"I greatly doubt being publicly drunk will help your reputation, my Thane," Lydia giggled in a disturbingly feminine way from behind her mead.
"I already said I'm not drunk," I growled in mock anger. "Hey, wait, fuck you! You're actually stumblingly drunk. You can't say shit."
She kept her smile up as she set down her mug. "Yes, but I'm the housecarl. If I get drunk in public and make a scene you get to take responsibility."
"Bullshit. I'm changing that rule. Is that a rule? Can I change that?" I looked at Ysolda quizzically, as if she could explain the situation.
"I don't think that's a rule," she smiled warmly. She really had a very pretty smile, my ale-clouded mind decided. Her lips looked deliciously soft, but then most lips did when I compared them to my own. Scales weren't nearly so soft as skin. "Though I doubt you'd get in very much trouble. What's the worst she could do?"
"In the state she's in?" I looked across the table at my housecarl and smirked. "Stumble into some easily-offended noble and start a fight because his sleeves are too puffy, I'd assume. Or because his wife's dress has too many ruffles. That's why I'd start a fight, anyway." A sobering thought entered my mind. "Though it does also occur to me that it's getting late and something really should be done with her. And myself. Lydia, what do you say to spending the night in the castle barracks so I don't have to spend whatever it costs to rent an inn room?"
"You can't stay in the barracks," she slurred drunkenly.
"Maybe not, but you can. I'll be happy if I just save money on your bed," I said as I stood from the table. The room spun for a moment and I resisted my body's desire to wobble. "I'm going to find a guard to escort you back. And maybe take a leak."
"Hurry back!" Lydia's cheery voice followed me outside.
The cool air of the night did a decent job of shocking me to some level of sobriety. Thankfully a guard was easy to find and it was a simple matter to get Lydia on her way. "Find me at the gate tomorrow morning," I told her as she was helped towards the palace.
She nodded with a wide grin. "See you then, my Thane," she said in a tone of voice I couldn't quite place. I finished up my other business around a darkened corner of the inn before heading back inside to find Ysolda waiting for me just inside.
"You said you didn't have anywhere to stay tonight?" she asked innocently enough.
"Not as is, no," I shrugged. I had to keep my foot from tapping in my stupid excitement. Simple sense told me that there was no way she was going to offer. Two humans in one town having an attraction to my ugly race didn't seem too likely.
"Well...maybe you could spend the night in my home. It would be much less costly than the inn," she offered with a kind smile. "...I mean, if you wouldn't mind sleeping in a commoner's house."
Or maybe that "simple sense" really didn't know what it was talking about. I thought momentarily that I should probably stop doubting my appearance. It wasn't as though I had been proven right so far with every assumption that humans had to consider me repulsive. That thought was quickly shot down by the niggling doubt reminding me that she had only offered a place to stay for free and nothing more.
"What makes you think I'm anything other than a commoner myself?" I chuckled and held the door open for her. As she walked by I was suddenly struck by how much taller I was than her. I had to stand nearly a full head and a half higher. I was also struck by how well that let me see down the front of her dress.
She looked back at me with a bemused expression. "You're the Thane," she said as I followed her.
"I'm also just an ordinary man. Lizard. Whatever," I waved her off. "The point is I'm really nothing too special."
I heard her scoff at me. "Of course you're something special," she said matter-of-factly. I must have been more drunk than I had thought or I likely would've noticed being pulled into the inky blackness between a pair of buildings on the way to Ysolda's home before I was staring down at the little sparkling flecks I could only assume were her eyes. Her back was against a wall and my hands were next to her head from my automatic reaction to catch myself. "If you weren't...I probably wouldn't be bringing you back to my house," I could hear a false innocence in her tone and feel her fingers drifting across the back of my neck.
I should stop doubting myself, I decided then and there. A light pressure on the back of my head from one of her hands guided me down to press my lips to hers and was delighted to find they were just as soft as I had thought. A light sweetness from her mead still lingered and I eagerly did my best to devour it. A quiet moan drifted through her lips and past mine and instantly inspired me to greater boldness.
My hands slid down the wall to her shoulders. I was tempted to make an attempt at the ties of her dress but a light wind reminded me of where we were. I settled on simply dragging my hands down her sides, brushing my palms against the outside of her clothed breasts, sliding over her stomach and coming to rest at the swell of her waist.
Her lips parted from mine for a split second in a sharp, pleased breath. "You're a good kisser..." she mumbled appreciatively.
"It isn't easy," I chuckled quietly. "Argonian lips aren't too well suited to kissing. Or drinking or really doing anything useful besides rambling stupidly when we're drunk and a little nervous."
"I thought you weren't drunk," she teased as her fingers played with the spines at the back of my head.
"I wasn't. Now...I'm withholding my judgement," I gave her lip a quick swipe of my tongue. "Your lips taste sweet. It could get downright dangerous."
Her hands were suddenly pressed against my shoulders, fingers dug into the chain-mail that covered covered them. "My house is this way," she rushed out breathlessly and gave me a gentle push towards the far end of the small alleyway.
I was amazed at how quickly we made it to her small home. The utter darkness inside did little to quell our lust, though it did manage to slow our progress. Without thinking I simply conjured a small orb of flame to my palm and used it to find a small candelabra. Using some talent I didn't know I had I flicked the small orb towards the candles there and watched as it fractured on the way to light each one.
"You're a mage, too," Ysolda sounded far too impressed.
"I know a bit of magic, I guess," I shrugged with an uneasy smile. Private praise was something I was never going to be comfortable with, even if I got over my insecurities about my appearance.
I stumbled back a few steps as the young woman collided with my chest. Small, delicate looking hands gripped at my face with surprising force and pulled me down into a hard, deliciously sloppy kiss. There was no concern for neatness or finesse. We attacked each other more lust than I thought I knew I had in me at that moment. My hands clawed desperately at the catches, straps and buckles of my armour. "Who in Oblivion designed this?" I growled against Ysolda's lips as I struggled to rid myself of the suddenly very uncomfortable tunic.
She actually had the nerve to giggle at my predicament. "Someone who thought you should be celibate?" she offered helpfully.
I finally managed to get the straps loose enough to tear the offending garment off. "You agree, I take it?" I asked despite her nails scratching lightly across my chest.
I received no answer for several seconds as she simply stared at the scarred expanse of black and grey before her. "...I haven't decided, yet," her tone was teasing and playful but undeniably laced with sexual hunger. I felt her fingers tug lightly on the front of my trousers. "After all, I haven't had a chance to appraise everything. I am a businesswoman, after all. I have to consider everything I stand to gain."
Two could play at this game. "Every deal needs to be even," I countered as patient claws toyed with the sleeve of her dress. "If we're going to talk business, I think both of us need to have our assets open for appraisal."
Her eyes seemed to sparkle and I could tell she was having far too much fun. "I think it may be in my best interests to be a little...defensive with my holdings."
My hands lost their patience and I couldn't help but think I'd just lost some kind of secret fight by giving in first. "Then I suppose I'll have to be a little aggressive with my dealings," I hissed in her ear. "Lift your arms. I'd hate to damage anything." Losing had never felt quite so good.
I couldn't tell if she simply lifted her arms or actually helped me tear her dress away from her body. My fingers fumbled hastily for the ties of her undergarments but a hard shove towards her bedroom door put me out of reach.
"Back to the bed," she ordered with a sly smile. I eagerly obeyed, though I was still going to have fun with it.
"Hey, I'm not done making you naked, yet," I frowned as I sat down on the edge of her bed. Her brassiere fell off seconds later and that effectively put an end to my complaints. "Great tracks of land..." I muttered. "...You certainly had a lot more hidden under that dress than I thought," I said as she walked towards me. My eyes refused to leave her ample bosom, though I vaguely took note of the appealing sway of her hips.
"So you think I'm fat?" she asked and I was suddenly terrified when I couldn't tell if she was joking or being serious.
"Not at all. I'm saying that you have very large, very beautiful and very appealing breasts," I stated frankly. The sheer bluntness of the comment seemed to stun her into silence and a pretty pink tint lit up her cheeks and neck.
Ysolda cleared her throat and I assumed it was partly to give herself a bit of courage. "Well, I have my...assets on display," she laughed quietly and nervously.
"Indeed you do. They're certainly enough for me to agree to whatever terms you set out," I kept up the charade. "I take it you'd like to have a fair chance to assess my goods?"
The comment actually got a full out laugh from her. "You didn't just call it your goods," she shook her head at me.
I smiled with her for a moment before I realized she was nearly naked and just out of my reach. "...Take a step closer," I said quietly.
I could see her mood shift into something...anxious and anticipatory. After the slightest hesitation she obeyed, stepping forward even while lacing her fingers together in an obvious sign of nervousness. "Relax," I whispered and pulled her hands apart gently. I was at eye-level with her collarbone and couldn't think of a better place to be.
A surprised and piercing shriek left her mouth as my lips latched onto one of her nipples. At first I thought I had overstepped a boundary until I felt her hands pressing me harder to her chest. My lips, teeth and tongue worked to lavish as much attention on each of her gorgeous mounds as they could. Whatever wasn't being worked on by my mouth was being shown as much affection as I could muster with fingers that I was happy were getting more skillful with each night spent in warmer company. My other arm wrapped around her lower back and held her even tighter against me.
"K-Kai..." she breathed between moans. "Please...I need..."
I didn't wait for her to continue. A loud, long moan sounded as my fingers left her breast to press against the crotch of her underwear. "Does the fact that you're soaked completely through mean I'm doing something right?" I hissed huskily against the saliva-soaked flesh of her breasts.
No answer came before I had pulled her drenched underwear down her legs. I lifted her by the waist with my arm and spun to lower her gently to her bed. Despite the unbelievable constraint of my pants against my throbbing erection I was abruptly determined to get this woman screaming before I was even naked.
I slid my palms down her sides, over the swell of her hips and down her thighs. I kneaded the flesh of her legs as my tongue slid across her stomach. I could taste the salt of her sweat. She stared down at me through half-lidded eyes, watching me make my way down her body. Her fingers idly toyed with the tip of one of my spikes. She held her breath as I drifted past the dark curls at the apex of her legs. A low groan made its way out of her throat as I moved on to kiss and lick at the inside of her thighs.
"You're torturous," she breathed and let her head fall back to her bed.
A sharp gasp hissed through her teeth as I finally dragged my tongue through her moist folds. I gently pushed her legs farther apart and became more aggressive with my tongue and lips. I spread her lips open to get better access to the hardened nub that made her moan louder every time my tongue swiped across it. The sweet and salty taste of her juices spread throughout my mouth. A pair of fingers sliding into her wet heat seemed to be the breaking point. I instantly felt her contract around the digits and a long, high-pitched moan drew out of her throat. A low curse left her lips as she slowly relaxed.
My fingers kept working in and out of her while I kissed and licked and sucked my way back up her body. I nipped gently at her neck, mindful of the sharpness of my teeth. Her breath warmed my neck while she returned the affection to my own neck. I had to stop for a moment while my foggy mind processed the pleasurable feeling of her lips and tongue against the soft scales at my throat.
"Does that feel good?" Ysolda whispered in my ear. I could hear the uncertainty in her voice.
"Y-yeah," I answered with a somewhat shakily. "No one's...ever done it before, though." I barely had the presence of mind to keep the fingers buried in her slit moving.
Her quiet gasps turned to moans and I could feel her hands urgently working at the straps holding my pants in place. "Why are these so hard to get off?" she muttered against my neck.
"It's armour. It isn't supposed to come off easily," I replied with a light chuckle. I sat up on my knees and made quick work of the catches and buckles with practised fingers. I pushed the garment down my legs and flicked it away with a snap of my tail. The relief I felt at finally having the unforgiving leather away from my erect cock was incredible. I was amazed I'd managed to withstand it for so long.
Ysolda's legs locked around my waist while her hand nearly pulled my eager member to her entrance. I fell forward from the sudden pull and found myself staring down at the pillow just above her head. I looked down to see her gazing up at me with a look I couldn't place. Despite my many years moving among humans I still found it a trying experience to figure out their expressions from time to time.
Her face turned into an expression of pleasure that I did recognize, though, when I slid my full length into her. Blunt nails dug into the hard scales of my back as I moved in and out of her slick, tight pussy. Despite the moans and near screams in my ears - or maybe because of them - I only sped up. Before long I was upright on my knees and fucking Ysolda relentlessly. My finger dug into her hips in a grip that must have been bruising. It seemed as though no matter how hard and deep I pounded into her I needed more. The point of satisfaction was just out of reach. It did little to stop me from trying.
The woman below me didn't seem to know what to do with her hands. One was groping roughly at her breast while the other was gripped tightly around my forearm. A stream of curses left her lips mixed in with her gasps and moans. The hand on my arm pulled my own up to her face and she slid one of my fingers into her mouth. Her tongue circled around the finger as she sucked on it. A small thought flashed through my mind that it was strange but at the moment I didn't come close to caring until the urge to kiss her built up along with my impending orgasm.
I pulled my hand from her face, dragging a wet line down her jaw and neck and moved down to press my lips to hers in a hard kiss. An instant later and my cock was pulsing inside her, emptying my seed into her body. I could tell she was close, as well, and kept up my thrusts despite the painful pleasure. Thankfully I didn't have to bear it long before she tore away from my lips and let out a serious of loud screams. I wouldn't have been surprised if a neighbour or two had heard her and smirked slightly at the thought.
Her arms held me shakily as I withdrew from her with a hiss and I let myself fall to the bed beside her. The candles in the other room had long since burnt out, leaving us staring at each other in near total darkness. Years spent on the road had trained my eyes to see in the dark but I could only vaguely make out her profile's silhouette.
She rolled onto her side to face me. I could hear her gasping for air and feel her breath wafting against my neck and chest. Her skin was slicked with sweat and hot to the touch as I slid a hand down her side to rest on her waist. "Wow," she eventually whispered. I could hear the smile in her voice.
"I get that a lot," I joked and, to my surprise, she actually laughed. "Don't get it a lot from humans, though." Curiosity more than sense bade me to ask, "...You ever thought about being with an Argonian before tonight?"
To my further surprise she answered. "I've fantasized about it a few times," she said honestly. "You're the first time I've ever gotten to do more than think about it."
"I do what I can," I said with a slight shrug. I doubted she could see my smirk in the dark but that didn't stop me.
"Have you ever considered laying with a human?" she asked after a moment.
I had to look away in an unconscious display of sheepishness. "You aren't the first," I said somewhat timidly. "Though I'm always amazed whenever a human so much as looks twice at me."
"I quite enjoy looking at you," Ysolda murmured with a soft kiss to my neck.
"You're welcome to do more than that whenever you want," I chuckled. "I'm certainly not someone who'll turn away a beautiful woman."
"Even if I just want to kiss for a while until we fall asleep?"
"You're getting downright romantic on me now," I joked. "But I don't see any harm. Kissing has turned out to be all kinds of fun."

A/N: I'm thoroughly convinced this wasn't worth the wait. Especially considering most of it was written in the past week or so. I don't even think it's all that bad, though I am actually fairly happy with how the sex scene turned out. I originally wanted it to be longer, but then I felt like it would get overly drawn-out and I just decided "Fuck it, they're having wake-up sex, too." So there's a preview of what the next chapter will contain. It's like a spoiler people are happy to hear. Hopefully. I also promise the wait won't be nearly so long. I'm done school in literally a week plus two days, so to make the five people who actually read this thing wait that long would be ridiculous. And if you're one of those five people, please don't hesitate to leave a review and let me know what you think of the story. I'd be happy to get back to you whenever I can.
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