Queen Muz-Ra #19

“3000 wouldn’t pay for th…” he began, but Muz-Ra interrupted him. “For just the day. Then I’ll bring her back to you and you’ll have 3000 septims AND the horse.” Skulvar looked at her. She was serious!“Let’s get out of the sun. Step under here. Now, what guarantee do I have that you’ll bring her back?” “3000 septims. Do you often have people offer you 3000 septims for renting a horse for a day?” The horse trader considered that, but finally shook his head. “Sorry, but I need something as security. 10,000 may be a little bit inflated, but she’s still very valuable and worth a lot more than 3000.”
“She’s worth 6000 at most and we both know it…” Skulvar nodded slightly and smiled, “Unless I find a rich noble with a spoiled daughter.” Muz-Ra thought and had an idea. “How about a solid gold bikini?” “A WHAT?” Muz-Ra showed him the bikini. “I’ve had it tested. It’s made of flexible gold. Nothing else like it in the world. It’s one of a kind.”
“Hold on a second, let me test it.” he said, and dug out a small vial. “You have your own gold testing kit?!” Muz-Ra asked incredulously. “Listen lady, in this business it’s a requirement!” He poured a drop onto the bikini. It instantly turned from clear to a deep blue. His eyes went wide.“Well I’ll be damned. You’ve got yourself a deal lady!” “Ok, but when I return the horse, you have to return the bikini.” Skulvar nodded.
Soon she had the horse and was walking it away from the stables. “Wait lady! That way goes into Whiterun!” “I know.” “The guards will never let you in you know.” “Oh, I think they will. Thank you, she’s beautiful! I’ll have her back before dark. Oh! I forgot to ask. What’s her name?” “We call her Ice.” “Well, hello Ice!” Muz-Ra spoke to the big beast.
As she approached the guards at the main door, she recognized her old lover, Ken. “Halt!” he said, then came up to her. “Red, you know you aren’t supposed to come in during the day by the gate.” “Oh jeeze Ken, I’m bringing this horse to the Jarl. It won’t fit in by the back door. I’ve got to go in this way.” Ken looked at the fine animal, obviously meant for nobility. “Alright, but knock the password. They told us we are to let you in if you knocked the password. They didn’t say which door. If I get in trouble, I can point that out.” “Thank you Ken. Now bend over.” “What?!” “Bend over and I’ll knock the damned thing on your head!” Ken obligingly did so.Muz-Ra rolled her eyes, but knocked the password on his helmet anyway.
Ken looked to the other guard, who nodded, and they let her pass. Once inside in the darkness of the interior of the wall, Muz-Ra quickly removed her dress and stashed it behind a pillar. “Well, old girl. I guess this is it,” said the naked Argonian. “You’re nude. I’m nude. Let’s go be exhibitionists, Ice!”
And with that, she mounted the horse, took a deep breath, and began forward at a slow pace across the entrance bridge. Heads began to turn her way. First at the unusual white horse inside the city, then recognizing what was riding on it. Then mouths began to drop. As she rode very slowly by, she nodded in greeting to the gawkers. Mothers covered their childrens eyes. Wives covered their bulging husbands genitals, and husbands just stared. The slow motion of the horse’s pace caused her boobs to bounce laviciously. Soon, people were coming out of their houses to look, or peeping out of their windows. No one, not even the guards – who by now were following along with the townspeople – even thought to block her progress.
She rode slowly around the well in the center of the marketplace where business had come to a halt. Behind her, a crowd was forming, matching her slow but relentless ride up to the cloud district. Even the insane Talos worshipper stopped his incessent screed and stood slack-jawed looking at the naked Argonian, tits bouncing and riding bareback. The warriors of Jorrvaskr stood at their wall, with some of the warrior women as fascinated as the men. To all these she nodded and spoke words of greeting in a casual and friendly manner before ascending the steps that led to Dragonsreach.
As she neared the great doors to the Jarl’s palace, she saw Irileth standing at the door with both guards to her sides. Muz-Ra rode slowly up to the Housecarl of Dragonsreach. “Hello Irileth.” she said calmly.
At this, the Housecarl lost her composure. But instead of shouting or ordering her guards to arrest the Argonian, she started to laugh. It was a strange sound. One that shocked not only Muz-Ra, but even the guards themselves. Not because it was an unusual laugh; it sounded just like the laugh of anyone; but because it came from Irileth herself. An event that had never been seen since she had arrived to become Jarl Balgruuf’s Housecarl years before. It was a sound that no one ever expected to hear in their lifetime.

Queen Muz-Ra #18

“I knew you would be, and thank you Ubergard,” Muz-Ra said, sincerely. But inwardly she knew that Ubergard was thinking of a danger some months down the line at a potential wedding, not this very day. “Well, that’s alright. I don’t need to involve my friends in my idiotic scheme,” she thought.
Kitty returned and leaned on the table. “Thanks for cooking Kitty! It was very good.” “Oh, no problem at all. I may not be able to make a souffle, but I can whip up a basic breakfast no problem!” “Well, it was just perfect. I especially like the strawberries!” Kitty nodded, “Gotta have something healthy in there…”
“Kitty, about that horse…” “Oh! You need some gold, right? How much do you think? And don’t worry if it’s outrageous, you get what you want. But… do you even know how to keep a horse? We’ve got stables outside but I don’t think Uber or I know anything about them.” “I’ll figure it out. Maybe I’ll hire someone. Plenty of your tenants have horses, I’m sure they’d love to make some extra septims by helping.” “Ok… so how much do you think? Most horses run around 1000 septims.”
“I think I’ll need about 3000.” Kitty tried not to show any shock at the amount. This Argonian had saved her life, probably more than once. She had no right at all to complain. But 3000 septims would almost buy a warhorse, if they had any in Skyrim. “You’ve got it,” she responded with as much normality as possible. “I know it’s too much Kitty.” “Red, you’ve never asked for much, and you spend next to nothing on yourself. I can’t imagine why you suddenly got it into your head to own a horse, but if keeping a horse is what you want, then you’ll get it.” “Thank you so much Kitty!” “Oh relax, I’ll earn that in a few weeks. Now let me go and I’ll bring it now.”
An hour later, Kitty had given her the money and Muz-Ra was on her way to the Whiterun Stables dressed in the dress she’d first used in Dragonsreach. She’d brought along her gold bikini just in case. Though both Ubergard and Kitty had offered to come along and help her choose a horse, Muz-Ra had been insistent upon going alone. Now she found herself oddly at peace. “I guess once you’ve made up your mind to do something like this, it’s actually quite simple!”
A few minutes later, she was talking with Skulvar, the horse trader. “Skulvar,” she stated matter-of-factly, “I need a horse. A special horse.” “Say, you’re that Argonian that lives with Kitty at the castle, right?” “Yup, that’s me. Muz-Ra, though everyone just calls me Red.” “Hehe… for that snout, right? Ah you lizards, got the weirdest names.”
Suddenly Muz-Ra stepped very close to the horse trader and said quietly but with obvious menace, “I am not a lizard. I am an Argonian.” She opened her mouth to reveal her sharp and carnivorous teeth, then continued, “See these teeth? They could rip your head from your neck before you could scream. Lizards don’t have teeth like these. See the difference?” The stunned man backed away, eyes wide. “I… Yes! I’m sorry, I won’t make that mistake again!”
“Now that we’ve got that straight, can we get back to horses?” Skulvar gulped, but the possibility of a sale soon overcame his sudden fear and they resumed horse-trading… “C… come and take a look at my stock… Muz-Ra. I’ve got some really fine horses ya know. Maybe not all that fast, but they can take a beating and the snow too. You going on a trip?” “You might say that. A very short trip though. But I know which horse I want.” “Oh? Which one?” “The white one.” “You mean the Grey?” “No… the White.”
The merchant looked at her askance. “Oh, you don’t want that one. She’s not built for riding in the wilds. She’s meant for royalty. You know, you can’t find many pure-white horses like her. We don’t even keep her in the stables with the other horses at night. I know she’s a fine looking horse. Best I’ve ever seen. But she’s just not cut out for tramping through the mountains. She’s bred for prancing around a parade ground. A real show horse. She wouldn’t last two minutes against a pack of wolves.”
Muz-Ra patiently waited for his protest to conclude before continuing, “I want her. How much?” Skulvar raised an eyebrow. Internally he was calculating. This Argonian was nuts, but she did live in a castle. Very likely she had access to serious money. “You’re going to think I’m gouging you, but I need 10,000 septims for that horse.” Muz-Ra smiled. “I’ll give you 3000.”

Queen Muz-Ra #17

“Wow. You must really know how to sex up your men!” Kitty laughed. “Oh, I know how to do that all right! I tell you, it’s all in the prostate!” she laughed back, looking forward to the disgusted look she expected from Ubergard. “So, what are you going to do?” Ubergard asked, ignored the jibe. “Something,” she replied.
Then, changing the subject, she turning to Kitty and asked, “Kitty, you know I don’t ask for much, but I need some money.” “Money? How much money?” “Enough to buy a horse.” “A horse? What on earth do you need a horse for?” Muz-Ra obviously ignored the question and continued on, “A pretty horse. An expensive horse.”
“Well… you know you can have anything you need. Sure. Get yourself the best horse you can find!” Muz-Ra thanked her sincerely, then bid her friends goodnight. “A bit early to turn in yet, don’t you think?” asked Kitty. Muz-Ra again smiled her mysterious smile. “Well, a girl needs her beauty sleep. Tomorrow’s going to be an interesting day”. Kitty looked to Ubergard, who just shrugged.
The day dawned clear and mild as Muz-Ra opened one eye, then closed it and decided to stay in bed. She knew that what she was planning today was risky. Possibly even deadly. But her mind was set on this course of action after she had received Balgruuf’s proposal, and she had already accepted that the consequences must fall where they would. But by the end of the day, one way or the other, she would have made her statement. And if the worst did happen, she would be damned if she wasn’t going to sleep in late this day!
Later Muz-Ra woke to the smell of bacon and it’s aroma was irresistible. Reluctantly she sat up and looked at the old gold bikini. The bikini was known to be magical, though what it’s real purpose was she didn’t know. But among those unnatural features was the simple fact that it was always clean no matter what abuse she put it through. She sighed as if looking at it for the last time. “Well, I’m afraid I won’t be getting any help from you today. I guess I’ll be on my own.” Then she put on the bikini and stepped out.
While Muz-Ra was the best cook in the castle, the others shared the duties and today it was Kitty making the breakfast. Still clad in her ubiquitous and too-short nightshirt, she was just bringing out a plate when she saw Muz-Ra shuffling into the eating area. While the castle had more than one grand table, obviously meant for feasts and parties, the three occupants had taken to eating at this small table near the kitchen.
“Red! We just finished eating but here’s some if you want it.” “Sure! What did you make?” “Bacon, fried potatoes and eggs with strawberries on the side.” “Scrambled?” The Khajiit smiled and quickly stirred something around vigorously on the plate… “They are now!” Muz-Ra laughed and sat down beside Ubergard.
“Well good morning Ubergard!” she said, feeling very good herself. Kitty sat the plate down in front of her and left to clean up. “Good morning Red. What are you planning to do today?” “Oh, I’m heading over to Dragonsreach. I need to give the Jarl my answer.” “And… what is that answer?” “What happened to that stoic Ubergard patience? You’ll know soon enough.”
Ubergard looked at her with a concerned look on her face. “Red, you know now that the Jarl loves you, right?” “Yes… I do. What’s your point?” “I don’t think love is enough. If you go through with this, you may well cause the Jarl to be dethroned or worse. You know that don’t you? Not to mention the danger to yourself should some fanatic decide to try and stop the marriage. Do you really want to do that to him?” Muz-Ra drew in a deep breath. “Uber, I understand that. But this is my decision, and I won’t be ruled by fear. Fear gets nothing accomplished. Today, I will have no fear. Whatever I do, that will not be a factor. I refuse to let it be.”
Ubergard looked at Muz-Ra as if for the first time. “Red, sometimes I don’t think I know who you are. You’ve never struck me as a warrior, but that is a warrior’s spirit. I can only admire it. Well then, good luck to you. Whatever you decide, you’ll have me at your side.”

Queen Muz-Ra #16

In fact, it was a full two more weeks before she brought up the subject again. “Jarly,” she started. “What do you really think would happen if we… you know… went public?” “I honestly have no idea. Irileth says doing so might undermine my support. Lord knows the Grey-Mane’s are just itching for a reason to dethrone me.” “Do you really think that would happen?” “It’s a very real possibility.”
“And what would happen if they did? What would you do?” The Jarl shrugged. “No idea. But I can’t let that happen, Red. I know you don’t follow what I do all day, but I really am keeping Whiterun and the area around here peaceful. The Grey-Manes would destroy the balance I’ve established. I adore you, Red, but I just can’t risk that. All that I’ve worked for would be undone.” Muz-Ra looked at him hard then. “You’re a good Jarl, Balgruuf. Probably the best.” “Thank you, Red.”
“But you’re a lousy boyfriend.” “Huh?” “Your lovemaking is top-notch, you’re a good man, but you’re not the mate for me.” Balgruuf looked forlornly at the scaly face he’d become so accustomed to. “Of course I’m not. You deserve someone you can wander the wilds with. Someone who can make love to you on a mountaintop. You’re going to leave me, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Jarls the Gaul, I am. And I’m going to regret it for the rest of my life. But I can’t go on like this.” “No. I suppose not.” he said, and turned his back on her. “Tears don’t aren’t really a thing for Argonians. But my spines are low.” She couldn’t see his face when he said, “I’ll miss you Red. I’ll miss you more than you will believe.” “You are a good man, Balgruuf. You are a good Jarl.” Turning back, he said, “Thank you Red. Leave me now. I’m too old to let you see me blubber like a schoolboy.” “Goodbye Jarlyhorse.” “Goodbye my love.”
And with that, Muz-Ra got up, dressed, and left Dragonsreach by the secret exit for the last time.
It took a full month before the first letter arrived. Muz-Ra, just getting over her depression from leaving the Jarl, couldn’t help but be excited to read her first love letter from him. In it, he asked her to come visit again – just once. She laughed and cried both at his feeble attempts at love poetry. Muz-Ra might know nothing about politics, but she realized as she read it that she knew one hell of a lot more about love than he did. She wrote a short note back to him though, thanking him for still thinking about her, but declaring in no uncertain terms that their relationship was over. She would not be back.
But that wasn’t the last letter. They began arriving more frequently, with more fervid declarations of heartbreak for her arriving almost daily. These she didn’t answer at all, knowing that it would do no good. Finally, those too stopped abruptly. She even received one from Irileth, begging her to visit the Jarl again, but this one she declined as politely as she could.
But finally, a very special letter arrived. A letter in real gold leaf, addressed to her in the Jarl’s own handwriting. In it, he again expressed his love for her, but more… he proposed to marry her. This, she could not ignore. It was then that her vague plan took solid form. If he was really willing to go this far, if he was willing to risk his entire life’s work and reputation for her, she could no longer ignore it.
“Well, you’re looking better tonight Red!” Ubergard commented after dinner later that day. “She got another letter from the Jarl,” Kitty noted, adding, “Gold leaf this time even!” “Oh? Those usually depress you Red. What did this one say?” Muz-Ra smiled at her enigmatically. “Oh, just the usual. Undying love, blah blah blah.”
“As if that’s a bad thing!” Kitty said questioningly. “Oh, well… he proposed to me.” “WHAT!?” Ubergard and Kitty shouted simultaneously. “He wants to marry me,” Muz-Ra said, smiling at them.

Queen Muz-Ra #15

“Red! Welcome back!” Kitty said, then called “Uber! Red’s back!” Ubergard uncharacteristically came running. “So, tell us all about it? Did you stay overnight?” Kitty asked excitedly. “What?” Muz-Ra looked up out of her reverie.
“Oh Red, do I have to just ask straight out? Did you fuck the Jarl?” “Fuck? Oh… oh, yes. Quite a lot in fact.” “What’s wrong?” Ubergard interjected. “Did something happen? Did he…” Muz-Ra focused on Ubergard as if seeing her clearly for the first time. “Did he what? Oh! Of course not. He wouldn’t force himself on me. Balgruuf is a decent man. Hell, I practically had to rip is clothes off to suck his dick!”
“Well, then what’s wrong? You seem preoccupied,” Ubergard said. “Oh, it’s just something Irileth said.” “What did she say?” Kitty asked with concern in her voice. “Nothing bad. Just… oh, never mind. I had a great time. 15 great times in fact!” she said, returning to her old form.
“ Fifteen?! Are you serious?” “Serious as a heart attack!” “Which you must have damn well almost caused! How’s the Jarl?” “Oh, he’s fine. Stamina of a bull. Well, maybe not the MOST energetic I’ve ever had, but he tries harder and that counts for something.” “I’ve got dinner cooking. Come with me and tell me all about it!”
“So, how is he… downstairs?” “Oh, he’s ok. Not huge, but quite sufficient. And he knows what to do with it. But his tongue. That’s his real magic. Must be from being a politician. Just the thought of the same tongue that gives those speeches licking me… Oh, it was glorious!” “And you’re not kidding? 15?” “I kid you not.”
“Damn, I’m going to have to give Mikael a challenge!” “Ooh! Now that sounds like a game I’d like to play! You beat 15 with Mikael and I’ll have to beat that.” “Can we use fingers?” “Oh, don’t be silly. Of course. The male doesn’t exist who could cause that many without some help.” Kitty nodded agreement, “That’s true. Well alright then, you’re on!”
And so began a torrid affair between Muz-Ra and the Jarl that went on for almost three months. Of course, those closest to the Jarl knew about it, but outside Dragonsreach it was at most a rumor of a rumor. While Muz-Ra was never one to be uncomfortable with sex, the increasing familiarity and affection helped the Jarl become more inventive in their lovemaking as well.
After months of clandestine meetings and trysts, however, Muz-Ra found herself growing annoyed at the continuing secrecy of their affair… “Jarlyhorse…” she ventured late one night while they were standing exhausted under the stars on the Great Porch. “Yes?” “I’m sorry to bring this up, but I’m sure you knew eventually I would have to.” The Jarl turned to face her, a mixture of anxiety and resignation on his face.
“Balgruuf, I’m tired of sneaking around all the time. I know I’m a problem for you, but I can’t help but wish we didn’t have to hide our relationship so much.” He looked away, lest she should see his eyes tear up. “Red, our time together has made my life so much better. I enjoy getting up in the mornings again…” “Or afternoons!” smiled Muz-Ra. “Or afternoons even better,” laughed the Jarl. “I never want it to end. Truly I don’t.”
“I don’t either. But as long as we’re hiding it, I constantly worry that it will end. That someone will find out and you’ll abandon me. I know we’re not promised to each other or anything, but it’s just natural that I wish we could at least go out together.” Balgruuf sighed. “I do too, you know. I so rarely get to leave Dragonsreach anymore anyway. It’s like you’ve brought the world in to me, and as long as you’re with me I don’t miss the outside world so much anymore.” “Let’s not think about it anymore tonight, Jarly. You know I don’t lie, and I know it will have to end one way or another, but for tonight… forget I said anything.” “I can’t. But if you bend over just a little more, I’ll make you forget it for a while.” Muz-Ra smiled, with maybe just a hint of sadness of her own, and complied with his suggestion. “Yes, make me forget again, for just a little while.” And soon the Jarl again stayed true to his word.

Queen Muz-Ra #14

As she stepped out of the Jarl’s bedroom, she met Irileth. “Oh my god, Irileth. Have you been here all night?” “The Jarl’s well being is my job, Muz-Ra. But don’t worry, his chamber is quite sound proof.” “Now is the part where you tell me I should stop seeing him I suppose?” “On the contrary! Such… exertion… is very, very welcome. The Jarl hasn’t pursued physical pleasures in years. I only needed to ascertain your own motivation.”
Irileth motioned for Muz-Ra to continue walking. “And… what do you suppose my motivation is?” “Oh, I don’t suppose. I’m quite certain. Your motivation is twofold. Your own physical gratification, and genuine affection towards the Jarl. You are quite transparent, Muz-Ra, and it is very refreshing to meet someone as honest as you.”
“And you’re not jealous?” “Jealous? Me? Oh! You think I have that sort of feeling towards Balgruuf. I see. No, though I sometimes wish I did. It would make things easier in some ways. But no, my physical needs are met by other means. But I love him in other ways. We have a long history, Balgruuf and I. Such a long standing relationship between members of the opposite sex is unlikely to last so long if sex is involved I find.”
“Wait… where are you taking me? This isn’t the way out!” Muz-Ra realized with alarm. “I’m taking you to the dungeon. Oh relax. This is a secret way out of the city so that you can leave unobserved. In fact, I’ll give you the password and notify the guards that you may come and go as you wish this way. Believe me, I sincerely wish you and the Jarl a long and… enjoyable relationship.” Muz-Ra stopped and looked long and hard at the Dunmer. “Why is that?” “Why? Isn’t it obvious?”
Muz-Ra thought, but couldn’t come up with the answer. Sincerely she told Irileth, “I’m sorry, I really don’t understand. Remember, this whole world of politics and power is not my environment. I just don’t think like you do.” Irileth nodded. “You’re right. You don’t. And I envy you that. It’s simply this – the Jarl is a man, and a man has needs. Since his wife died, he’s not had those needs filled in any proper way. Last night proved that you can fill them – not to mention the exercise that provides! But more than that, you can cause no heredity issue. You cannot bear him children that might endanger the heredity line. And finally, you are without guile. You have no lust for power, just for penis. No, don’t be offended. That is a very good thing indeed. It makes you welcome here.”
“I wasn’t joking when I said I’d give you the password. Knock in this pattern and the guards will admit you. Come back whenever the Jarl calls you. But do, please, use this entrance. The citizens would not appreciate the Jarl having an Argonian lover. He is well loved by his subjects, but that might disturb them.” “Why? What difference does it make if he’s taken on me as his lover? They mostly think you are his lover already, and you’re a Dunmer.”
“There is a difference. As foreign as I may be as a Dunmer, my body still elicits sexual desire in most Nords. I am still similar enough in physical form for them to identify me to them as of the same type. But scales, those teeth, that tail. Don’t blame them, they’re rubes and peasants. They call you Lizards without batting an eye. What’s worse is that you let them. You have more in common with dragons than lizards. They should fear you, but instead they denigrate you and talk of you with contempt. And then you’re surprised that they don’t see you as equals? I’m sorry, Muz-Ra, but there is a difference.”
That hit home with Muz-Ra as she stepped towards the secret door that led directly out of Dragonsreach to the plain beyond the city. “You can be sure I’ll be back. He is awesome! And… I’ll think about what you said, Irileth.”
All the way back to Castle Kitty, Muz-Ra was lost in thought. It wasn’t often she thought this hard about things outside her immediate life, but now she was. It was as if her entire life revolved around the pursuit of pleasure, friends and herself. Now, as the plains passed under her feet, a new recognition was dawning. A recognition that there was another side to the world that she hadn’t considered until Irileth’s words struck her like a hammer.
And a new thought came to her. Formless and fuzzy at first… Could it be that Irileth was right? That the Argonians and the Khajiit were unwittingly complicit in accepting their status as outcasts here? That their quiet and relative docility amounted to a willingness to accept their status? That thought would grow, slowly,from a vague concept into a foggy plan, and finally into concrete action. But all that would come much later.

Queen Muz-Ra #13

Author’s note: Ok… this is probably beyond lewd and more like porn. This post has the ‘innuendo’ images, but I’ll be posting a duplicate with the ‘no innuendo’ images in a day or so. But, yeah… it’s porn. The images here though aren’t too explicit (as opposed to the other) If you find it offensive, here’s a nice summary: “Balgruuf and Muz-Ra engage in sexual activity for an extended period of time then Muz-Ra leaves.“ That’s pretty much it in a nutshell. And now, back to your regularly scheduled porn: ——————- Balgruuf found himself stripped in short order once they’d closed the bedroom door. "Red… huh… I can appreciate your… Oh! Enthusiasm, but…” Muz-Ra looked up at the Jarl, temporarily unable to speak though. “It’s just. It’s been a long time, Red. I’m liable to… finish early!” Red smiled and resumed her attention with a shrug.
The Jarl was as good as his word, and Muz-Ra tried her best to keep things tidy. “Damn,” she said. “Almost got it all, but this dress has got to go before we make too much of a mess of it!” Meanwhile the Jarl had fallen back on the bed, happily basking in the glow. “Sorry Jarly, no sleep for you tonight!” Balgruuf looked up, smiling. “You know, I’m a bit over my 10-times-a-night phase Red!” Muz-Ra straddled herself over him, quieting his protests as he had other things to do with his tongue.
“No problem, Jarlmeister. I’ll make up for you!” Some minutes later, the Argonian’s tail and back and neck arced in an almost perfect geometric parabola with the force of her release before shuddering back to earth again. “Impressive!” Balgruuf smiled wetly as she collapsed beside him but 180 degrees out of phase and panted her exhaustion onto his manhood which began to rise again.
When she’d recovered the power of speech, she panted, “Looks… like you’re good… for another!” The Jarl, who till then had been fascinated by the sight in front of him, looked down. "It appears so! Well, I guess I’m not so over-the-hill after all!“ "Let me… get these sandals… off first…” The Argonian was not unaware of the sight she was displaying as she bent over and unlaced the straps of her sandals, and so it was no surprise when she felt something warm press against her.
“Go for it Jarly! Let’s see what strength is left in the old boy!” “Don’t mind if I do!” Balgruuf laughed and entered her. Muz-Ra’s eyes closed as she floated on the tide of physical sensation that rushed up from her pelvis, when she felt his hands enclose her breasts as well. Lacking support to brace against his movements, she lowered herself to the bed as he moved to follow. The night seemed to last for a lifetime…
Dawn was just visible as Muz-Ra reached her thirteenth climax to coincide with Balgruuf’s fifth as they staggered back onto the bed. The room was a mess, and neither cared. Balgruuf, chest heaving, looked at Muz-Ra sleepily. “Go ahead, my Lord. You’ve earned your rest. But before we go to sleep, can you do one thing for me?” “Anything my scaly mate!” “Can you go to sleep inside me?” “That,” Balgruuf smiled, “would give me the deepest pleasure!” “Mine too!”
Muz-Ra turned her back to the Jarl with her rump thrust back as she felt him enter her one last time. His arms enfolded her as she heard his breathing recede to normal, then even out into the measured rhythm of sleep. Within, she felt the now-soft heartbeat of his maleness within her, and she fell to sleep herself still joined to him.
It was this beating that woke her later, sometime in mid-morning, as the Jarl had swam back to consciousness and realized he was still within her. Nature took it’s course and he reached his sixth, while she managed, with a little manual help, to make her own tally 15. In exhaustion, he collapsed on top of her and they both fell back to sleep as the day turned to early afternoon.
When next they woke, more urgent needs forced them apart and to rise. “Balgruuf, that was… unbelievable.” The Jarl nodded agreement. “You are an inspiration, Red. I didn’t know I was still capable of that!” “Very capable! But I’d best be leaving. I only brought one dress, and I’m afraid it could use a wash.” “Before you go, might we share a bath at least? And, perhaps, breakfast?” “The bath sounds wonderful, but I’m going to have to pass on the breakfast. I need to get back to the castle.” “Fair enough. I’ll wash you, you wash me?” “Of course!”
After the bath they both got dressed quietly. “When can we meet again?” the Jarl eventually asked. “You’re the Jarl, I’m but your lowly servant. Call and I’ll be here!” “What are you doing day-after-tomorrow?” “Absolutely whatever you would like me to do!” Muz-Ra smiled, giving him a big hug before heading out of the chamber.

Queen Muz-Ra #12

“Come sit with me Red. You’ve met Lydia obviously. And Irileth, my most trusted advisor and Housecarl of Dragonsreach over there. Next is Farengar Secret-Fire, our mage and scholar. Next to him is Proventus Avenicci, our Steward and Olfina Grey-Mane. Then at the end here is Carlotta Valentia and my brother Hrongar.” Finally, the Jarl introduced Lady Muz-Ra as his personal friend and ambassador to Castle Kitty to the others.
“Ambassador?” Muz-Ra smiled. "I like the sound of that!“ "Aren’t you my ambassador to Kitty?” “Well, now that you mention it – yes! I guess I am!” “You certainly are! I see we have bread and cheese to start the dinner tonight. Some wine perhaps, Red?” “That would be great! Thank you Balgruuf!”
“So, Lady Muz-Ra, I understand you and the Khajiit, lady Kitty, now live at the old castle?” asked Lydia politely. “Yes, along with the Argonian warrior Ubergard.” Proventus spoke up at that, “Lady Kitty is quite popular among her tenants I hear.” “Oh yes. Of course, I understand the previous owner had imposed quite a high burden on them. Relief of that alone would explain it.” Olfina joined in at this point. “Surely it’s more than that. Most consider the Khajiit to be little more than traders and even then not of the highest standards.”
“Well, for most the only contact they’ve had is via the caravans, so that’s to be expected,” Carlotta noted, at which Muz-Ra nodded agreement. “Of course, we know better, having dealt with H routinely,” the Jarl added. …the dinner continued, with discussion remaining polite and Muz-Ra soon found herself quite comfortable. The wine probably helped encourage her relaxation.
“Another excellent dinner,” the mage Farengar said as he backed his chair away fro the table. "Muz-Ra, it has been a delight to have you with us. I must confess I had some doubts about having an Argonian at table, but it’s wonderful to learn how wrong that concept was.“ "Why thank you Farengar! That’s very good to hear. I’m personally known to be a bit crude from time to time, but I do assure you that we Argonians are as diverse in personality as any. Good and bad of all types you know. So please don’t take anything I say or do as any more exemplary of Argonians than anyone else. I’m far from a standard example!”
“Shall we talk a walk, Red? I’d love to show you around Dragonsreach,” asked the Jarl. Irileth rose, but Balgruuf motioned for her to stay. “That would be fantastic. I’ve heard a lot about this place, but I don’t know how much to believe.” To the other guests, Balgruff nodded his goodnight to them and then took Muz-Ra by the arm and led her to some stairs at the right of the dining area.
“That went smoother than I expected,” admitted Muz-Ra. “Well, I am the Jarl after all. They know better than to say anything that would offend me too much.” “Are you a harsh Jarl to serve under?” asked Muz-Ra, before hastily adding at his smirk, “I mean, to work for!” “That’s a hard thing for me to judge, but I don’t think so. Perhaps stern, but I’d not say harsh. It’s been months since I have had anyone beheaded.” Muz-Ra chuckled nervously at that. “Oh relax, Red. I’m no ruthless dictator. I want you to know you can leave at any time. I don’t want your fear, I want your affection!”
“Thanks Jarlyhorse. You’ve got that. Thanks for inviting me. I have to admit I’d begun to think you’d forgotten me.” “Never, though I have to admit I was advised to do so. And no, not just by Irileth.” “Sounds like you have your own version of Bhusaran. How much time have I lost due to your advisors?” “Too much!” And with that, Jarl Balgruuf embraced Muz-Ra and kissed her passionately.
Muz-Ra returned the affection, stroking his beard. Huskily, she whispered, “Fuck the tour, show me your bedroom.”
Balgruuf drew back and looked at her inquiringly. “Right now!” she sad without ambiguity, and he led her to a door nearby…

Queen Muz-Ra #11

“Thank you for escorting me Bhusaran, but I’m sure Ubergard would keep me safe.” “It’s no problem, Red. But even with that invitation, the guards might be a problem. They know me. But once you’re inside, I’m afraid you’re on your own. Are you nervous?” “Yeah. A little. I’ve never been inside, and obviously I don’t have any experience with proper etiquette.” “To some extent you should be nervous. But remember, you’re there at the invitation of the Jarl. You are his guest so you’re not out of place. Keep that in mind. Plus this isn’t Solitude, so it’s not all that strict as to etiquette.”
“Well, here we are. Have a nice time. We won’t be staying in Whiterun so, if you should need a place to stay, just go to the Bannered Mare. I’ve reserved the room there for you if you should need it. If not, have fun!” “I will. Thanks again. And thanks Ubergard. I know we don’t thank you enough for all you do to keep us safe!” “It’s my pleasure, Red.” Then Muz-Ra handed her invitation to a guard who looked to Bhusaran, who nodded. “You may pass,” he said perfunctorily.
Upon opening the great doors of Dragonsreach, Muz-Ra was struck by the size of the great hall, but noticed that there were not very many people actually here. “Well,” she thought to herself, “it’s only a dinner. It’s not like I was invited to some grand ball or anything. What did you expect?” Heads turned, looking at the arrival of the female Argonian, but soon turned back to what they were doing before. Muz-Ra didn’t see the Jarl, however. A woman standing by the door accepted her invitation and called out, “The Lady Muz-Ra!” in a loud voice.
As Muz-Ra advanced into the hall, a man came down the steps and greeted her. “Lady Muz-Ra, so nice to meet you! The Jarl was getting worried.” “Thank you…” “I am Proventus Avenicci, Steward of Dragonsreach and a friend of the Jarl. You should be honored, I think you’re the first Argonian who has set foot inside Dragonsreach in living memory!” “Oh, I am honored! Am I too late?” “Goodness no. We don’t start till around now. But come, let me escort you to meet the others. Tonight is a private affair though. Only close friends and staff are here, and you needn’t worry about the news getting out. We’re all under strict secrecy orders.”
“Worry? Why would I be worried?” “Well, it wouldn’t do for the Jarl’s reputation to be tarnished by rumors of an affair with an Argonian now, would it?” Muz-Ra was taken aback. “Tarnished?” “Well, you know… inter-species relationships. I, of course, have no problem with that. Some of my best friends are Argonian! But society being what it is…”
Had Muz-Ra been born with fur, it would now be bristling as her eyes narrowed. Instead, her tail spines raised somewhat. “Who’s that?” she asked innocently. “What?” “What’s the name of your Argonian friends? Maybe I know them.” “Well… er… Oh! Excuse me, but let me introduce you to Lydia. She is a Thane here in Whiterun and one of the Jarl’s personal friends. Pardon me, but I need to talk to someone…”
Muz-Ra smiled at Lydia as she stepped up. “A pompous ass, but harmless. Don’t worry about Proventus. Very happy to meet you Lady Muz-Ra! What a gorgeous dress!” “Why thank you Lydia. Will the Jarl be joining us soon?” “Oh yes. I’ve just sent someone to fetch him. You know, you really shouldn’t keep the Jarl waiting.”
“I know, and I will apologize to him. It’s not easy to find an appropriate outfit for visiting royalty for me I’m afraid!” “So I can imagine, but you’ve done well. Tell me though, if it’s not impolite to ask, how do you accommodate the tail?” “Strategic clipping,” Muz-Ra smiled. “Indeed! I would ask if I could borrow it, it’s so lovely! But I’m afraid the breeze from the back would be disconcerting!”
Muz-Ra chuckled along with Lydia, not too sure if she liked this woman, or if she was being made fun of. “Ah, but just think…” Muz-Ra responded, “when you take a shit you wouldn’t even have to lift your skirt!” Lydia’s eyes went wide for a moment in surprise, as much for the shocking imagery as for the vulgarity, then broke out laughing wholeheartedly. “Lady Muz-Ra! You’re an earthy one! Come, I see the Jarl entering. I know you’ve already met, but allow me to introduce you officially.”
Lydia took Muz-Ra’s hand and led her daintily to the Jarl, who smiled at her broadly. “Jarl Balgruuf, may I introduce to you the Lady Muz-Ra!” Muz-Ra bowed low, as formally as she could manage. “My lord, I thank you for inviting me to Dragonsreach and apologize for my late arrival.” Balgruuf scoffed, “Bah… You’ve been talking to Bhusaran haven’t you? She’s so slick she makes an eel seem dry.” Muz-Ra looked up, surprised. “Oh, don’t look at me like that. She’s better than most, and a hell of a lot better on the eyes. But you shouldn’t be so… calculating. She’s cost me an hour of time with you!”

Queen Muz-Ra #10

A few minutes later Kitty, Ubergard, Cheetah and Udaran were lounging in the hot tub. “It was hard,” Udaran was explaining to Kitty, “to accept that Cheetah had become more popular than me in the magazine honestly. So I was already poised to go off on her.” ac Cheetah nuzzled her lover. “Maybe so, but it was a stupid thing to say too. But we’ve made up.” Udaran nodded, smiling back. “Oh yes! Certainly!” “Well that’s great! Very glad to hear it. On another subject, where’s Blue? I haven’t seen her yet.”
“Oh! Didn’t you know? She’s gone off with H recruiting!” “ Blue? I thought she was practically a recluse!” exclaimed Kitty, incredulously. “Ever since we came back from finding Shabhira and told her about our adventure, she’s been itching to go on an adventure too. Though I expect nothing as dangerous as ours.” “Well, you never know. In Skyrim danger can find you anywhere it seems!” Kitty replied, looking at Ubergard. Ubergard was not looking at Kitty when she replied, “Speaking of which…”
Kitty turned to follow Ubergard’s gaze and saw Muz-Ra, approaching in her new outfit…
“Red? Is that you?” Muz-Ra looked down at herself. “It’s me all right.” Then she looked sheepishly up at the others. “What do you think? Is it too awful?” It was Udaran that first found the words. “Muz-Ra,” she started out, purposefully using her proper name instead of the nickname, “you are beautiful.” Kitty could only nod in assent.
“You don’t think the circlet is too much?” asked Muz-Ra uncertainly. “Absolutely not!” replied Cheetah. “Wouldn’t you just know it? I walk around for years practically naked to the world and get nothing. Then, one day I actually cover myself and suddenly I’m beautiful. What the fuck?” Yet despite her words, it was obvious that the Red Argonian was delighted.
“Are you actually blushing Red?! I didn’t think that was possible!” Kitty laughed. “I guess that’s backwards too, huh? Most females blush when they’re exposed. I get all embarrassed when I’m NOT exposed.” “Well, we can’t have that – wanna take that off for a few minutes and join us?” asked Udaran. “Ok, but I have to be careful with it. Still, some time in a bath would be nice. All right, make room for a fifth!”
“So, what time is this dinner anyway?” asked Kitty, rubbing Muz-Ra’s shoulders. “The invitation said 8 pm, so just a little after dark I guess.” A voice spoke, unexpectedly approaching from the stairs. “Surely you’re not planning to arrive when the dinner starts are you?!” “Bhusaran!” all five shouted. “Think you have room for one more in there?”
“If not, you can sit on my lap!” Cheetah cried hopefully. “Hey, you’re taken!” Udaran snapped. “Sit here by me,” Red offered. “What brings you to the hot tub Bhusaran? No offense intended, but you don’t really hang out with the lowlifes up here often.” Bhusaran gingerly lowered herself into the warm bubbling water, pausing at certain strategic points to let her body acclimate itself to the temperature. “AHH! Oh!… oh.. whew. What’s that? Oh. No, admittedly I don’t. But you, Kitty and Ubergard are no longer working for us, and Udaran and Cheetah are our top Khajiits. You’re hardly qualified as ‘lowlifes’ now! But it’s my business to know all I can about what goes on at Dragonsreach…”
“Ok, but this just stays between us right? It’s a kind of sensitive matter.” “I can only speak for myself – and H of course when he returns – but certainly!” Udaran and Cheetah nodded too. “Well – and Kitty and Ubergard can back me up on this – the Jarl likes me. I think he wants to get… well, more serious.” “I see. He has been widowed for quite some time. And as far as I know, he’s not romantically involved with anyone – not even Irileth. Celebacy for that long isn’t healthy,” Bhusaran conjectured. Then she caught Ubergard’s gaze and added, “…for most anyway.”
Muz-Ra shrugged, “well on that we are in agreement.” “So, are you planning to move forward as well?” “Bhusaran, you surely know me well enough by now. Of course I am! Unless something goes terribly wrong, I expect to have him tonight!” “Well then, you definitely don’t want to show up at 8 then. Keep him waiting at least till 9. Let him get it into his head that you may not show up. A Jarl’s personality is inherently arrogant. Ours is a good one, fortunately. But when everyone you meet all day is always begging, entreating or scheming, it’s hard not to assume that’s the attitude of all the world. You want to break that mold. Let him consider that for just a bit.” Muz-Ra nodded, wide eyed and drinking it all in.

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