Krris #7

“Watch you? Watch you do what?”

“What do you think silly? Do you think only you people with penises do it to yourselves? Not so. The Jarl is gone to Solitude for a month and I’m horny as hell. I can’t fuck you, Krris, but I sure as hell can get myself off. After last night, I’m aching to. And I want you to watch.”

“You want me to watch you…”

“Masturbate Krris. There’s a word for it and you can say it. Yes, I do. It won’t bother me. Hell I’ll get off on having you watch honestly. But I also want you to understand that there is no shame in this. I’m a sexual being too, Krris, and my intimate friend isn’t available. So yeah, I masturbate. Because it feels damn good.”

And with that, Muz-Ra closed her eyes and her thoughts turned to lust as she let herself go. Krris watched, fascinated. He hadn’t known women did this, but the practiced fingers that Muz-Ra demonstrated proved otherwise. For a little while, he felt like some naughty voyeur, watching her. But then Muz-Ra’s eyes opened and locked on his as she continued. Her mouth parted as she took in husky breaths, but when he moved closer, she held up a somewhat wet finger and wagged it at him.

“No no no. We (huff) mustn’t go over the line. (huff) Keep your hands to yourself. But… (huff) if you want to use your hands on yourself, (huff) be my guest!”

Then she resumed her own stimulation.

Krris looked down at himself. It was standing like a little sword! But as her breaths became faster and more pronounced, he found he couldn’t look away from her.

At last, as her peak came she screamed, “Oh fuck it!” and she grabbed his hand, forcing it over her breast as her own hand shot back to where it had been to bring her over the edge. He needed no prompting but smiled and kneaded her breasts as she rode the waves back to earth. He knew when she needed his stimulation no longer, but he kept his hand cupped over her breast anyway, feeling the border where the scales yielded to the areola and nipple as her breathing returned to normal.

They lay together side by side for a whiile as she calmed down.

“Do… do you think Ubergard does that too?” Krris ventured.

Muz-Ra turned her head to look at him. “Does a bear shit in the woods? (huff) Yes, Krris. Ubergard does that too. Well, probably not as expertly as I do, but I’m sure she manages somehow. Nothing for you tonight?”

Krris looked at her quizzically. “Nothing for me? What do you mean?”

“You can too, you know. If you want. No pressure.”

“Oh. No, I don’t think I’m ready for that yet. But…”

“… the desire is there? Good. That’s enough. And I notice you’re not exactly soft either. Very good. Your body will demand it in time, Krris. Don’t be alone when it does. Let me share it with you. Like you shared mine tonight.”

“You know, you said I shouldn’t touch you, Red.”

Muz-Ra smiled up at him, her legs still splayed obscenely apart. “I lied again I guess. Hey, I’m only flesh and blood. But really, no matter what I say, be my strength there if I get too wild. If we fuck, it will hurt Ubergard and the Jarl too. I don’t want to do that. But I do lose control sometimes. Don’t let me do anything I’ll regret.”

“You want me to be the voice of moderation here?” Krris asked. “You’re the doctor!”

“A doctor wouldn’t have done that. I’m no doctor. I’m just a horny friend of yours, who gets carried away sometimes. But I don’t want to hurt anyone, Krris. I want to help you. It’s a fine line we walk. We need to be careful.”

“Okay, but remember, I’m just a horny male too. I do think this is going to work, but at some point, I’m going to need some restraint too.”

“We’ll help each other,” Muz-Ra said, shaking his hand in a pact. A wet hand he couldn’t help but notice.

They lay down to go to sleep, with Muz-Ra snuggling up to Krris, her hand resuming it’s warm grip on him below his balls as he tried to relax and stop thinking of what he just saw.

“You’re hard,” she commented lazily and wiggled him around a bit. “If you feel the need, don’t let me stop you. Goodnight Krris.”

“Goodnight Red.”

Of course he couldn’t sleep. And he couldn’t help but notice that the hand that held him was wet too. Even his own hand held the gentle scent of Muz-Ra’s passion. He wondered if she’d done that on purpose. She was crafty like that. It wasn’t long before the Argonian was once again breathing deeply in a sound sleep beside him, but it was quite a while before he managed to join her.

Eventually he dreamed, not of Udaran, but of someone far less furry. Her scent was all around him, yet her face wasn’t visible. But he hugged her tightly to himself. It was a good dream.

Krris #6

Within a few minutes, she was breathing deeply and he realized that she really was sleeping. He felt the rise and fall of her breasts and couldn’t help his thoughts. But eventually they too calmed down and began to relax. He tried to take her hand away once, but she stirred and lazily put it back. “No, my friend. I will hold this for you tonight.” “Why? Are you afraid I will touch myself?”
Her eye’s opened a bit as she looked at him. “Are you kidding? That’s practically the goal! No, I’m holding you because I love to hold your cock honestly. But beyond that, you need to get used to sharing yourself with others. If you and Uber are going to be together, you need to come to the realization that your body is hers to enjoy as well as your own. Now try and go to sleep.” Yet it was as if, as soon as he accepted that she was not going to release him, he was finally able accept her touch and actually drifted off to sleep.
As the night wore on and both truly slept, their positions changed occasionally, but always Muz-Ra would find and hold him again. She would awaken just enough to find that part of him and then go back to sleep. By the end of the night, Krris had come to find it comforting and would help her to recover it without thinking.
Early in the morning, Krris awoke to find her still holding him, but he had grown hard. Of course, he had to go to the lavatory. That was surely the reason for his erection, but erect he was, and in the grasp of a another. Even if she was not the woman he wanted to hold him, nor the woman he had longed dreamed of holding him, it was still a first. Muz-Ra felt him stir and awoke as well. “Nice erection, Krris,” she said quietly, her eyes still nearly closed while she stroked him slowly. “Oh yes, nice indeed! You grow a lot. But you’ll have to go do your business, I know. Go ahead. But come back to bed when you’re done please.”
“Why, more ‘training’?” Krris asked without irony, extricating himself from her as he rose. “No. You’re warm. I like warm.” He did come back and found himself snuggling back against Muz-Ra, happy for her warmth too. She resumed her gentle hold on him and he smiled internally as he went back to sleep, barely concious that he was also touching her breast.
They both woke properly later, got dressed and went to breakfast. Muz-Ra took cooking duties as usual when she was staying at Castle Kitty. When breakfast was over, they all sat talking with Kitty’s new dancing pupil, Illdi taking the seat right of Kitty herself. “Another excellent breakfast Red,” Kitty said. “But I must say the presentation was a bit unusual.” “Oh yes!” their guest spoke up. “Boiled quail eggs and sausage. Excellent! Though it was odd to have the gravy on the plate at the other end of the sausage.”
“Oh, you know me. Always trying out new arrangements. Well, glad you liked it anyway!” Udaran snickered along with her lover Cheetah, both of whom had recognized Muz-Ra’s joke immediately but had kept it to themselves. “What?” asked Illdi of the two. “Tell you later,” Cheetah promised, glancing at Udaran with a glint in her eyes.
“Oops!” Muz-Ra said, having dropped Krris’ empty goblet as she was cleaning up and bent to pick it up. The view from Krris’ position at the end of the table was far, far too explicit to be accidental. Slapping his face with her tail to get his attention probably didn’t help the subterfuge much either. “Red!” he hissed, but she just turned around and smiled at him innocently before straightening back up.
Krris was relieved when breakfast was over and he was happily out walking the grounds with Ubergard again. “I notice you’re not wearing your mantle much these days.” Ubergard turned towards him with a worried look. “You don’t approve?” “Oh, it’s not my place to approve or disapprove. You’re the boss.” “I thought it might… well… I thought you might like it better.” “Uber, the more I see of you, the more I like it!” “Well good! Then I’ll leave the mantle off unless I need it. For you.” The rest of the day passed uneventfully, though it was obvious that Ubergard was a bit troubled. Krris could tell she was actively resisting asking him any questions, which he appreciated as he wasn’t sure he wanted to answer them. However, that night they parted with a strong hug and a nuzzle as he retreated to Muz-Ra’s room again and he felt their relationship was growing closer anyway.
“Not very subtle this morning Red!” “No one has ever accused me of being too subtle, Krris. Now here’s what I think,” Muz-Ra explained as he got undressed and climbed into the bed with her. “Isn’t it sort of counterproductive? To explain what you’re doing with your patient?” “Oh, I don’t think so anyway. Sure, I loved holding you all night last night, but other than my own enjoyment, I think it’s good for you to know what I’m doing and why I’m doing it too. See, I think you have really two problems. One is that you’ve associated Udaran so long with your own sexual pleasure that your brain connects the two and nothing else. But there’s another issue. I think you’ve never properly associated sex as a social act.
She shifted to lay fully on her back, then continued, "You’ve been alone so long, you think you’re supposed to be alone. Well you’re not, Krris. And I think you’ll find that out. Its tons more fun when someone else shares it with you. Even if we can’t engage fully, I want you to learn that. It’s not something to be ashamed of, nor something to treat as some mystical thing. It’s just something fun to do, and sharing is…” “Half the fun?” “Yeah! It’s half the fun! So I have an idea. It’s going to seem strange to you at first, but I want you to watch me.”

Krris #5

Later that night found Ubergard and Krris sparring as they usually did a few times a day. However, Ubergard had requested they spar in light armor for a change, so Krris was donned in leather armor while Ubergard had removed the heavy protective mantle around her neck. “So,” Ubergard said when they were resting afterwards. “I understand you’ll be sleeping in Red’s room for a while?” Ubergard heard the rumble in his throat before he nodded, “Told you that did she?” Ubergard spun on the Khajiit. “Now don’t you be stupid, Krris. We live in the same castle. It’s not like I wouldn’t have noticed.” “You’re right, of course,” sighed the Khajiit. “How much did she tell you?”
“No details, and that’s fine. Nothing but that you have a problem, and you’re doing this for me.” Krris looked up into the eyes that seemed to tower above him. “It’s true. I… I really do like you… a lot. But I screwed myself up somehow, and she thinks she can help me.” Ubergard smiled down at him. “I like you too. A lot. You do whatever she asks, Krris.” “No matter what?” he asked. Ubergard looked at him seriously. “Krris, no matter what. I want us to be more than just sparring partners. If you want that too, then yes. Anything. But if you don’t…”
Krris hugged her fiercely, his face buried in her boobs but without embarrassment. “I do, Ubergard. I want that more than anything in the world.” “Careful kitten, I’m getting aroused. I might smother you!” “Kitten? She told you that too!?” “Hey, I’d have asked you eventually. And you’re no kitten, Krris. You’re my lion.” “That’s better,” he said, burying his face deeper into her bosom.
The two stood there, neither wanting to let go and their embrace continued for a long time, not saying anything but loving the feeling of the other’s body against them. Ubergard felt renewed confidence that this little Khajiit really did want her, and that made her feel very warm inside. For his part, Krris felt the same. He felt he belonged with this person, even if she did tower over him. And there could be no denying the lustful thoughts that stole over his mind as he nestled between her breasts. But he dared not act on them for fear that he could not satisfy her once she was aroused. In the back of his mind, he hoped against hope that Muz-Ra could help him. He wanted to give this giantess all the love she obviously craved from him, not to mention being able to satisfy his own desires with her.
Later that night, in Muz-Ra’s bedroom with the door firmly closed and locked… “Oh, get comfortable Krris. It’s not like we don’t know each other. We’re friends, right?” The Khajiit was nervous, that much was clear. “Krris? Look… we’ll do nothing tonight. Nothing at all. You need to be comfortable here. We might do nothing tomorrow too. I’m not a damned doctor or a prostitute.” “I know. It’s just so… obvious.” “Not tonight it’s not. Tonight we’re just going to sleep together.”
“Should I roll out a bedroll on the floor?” “Why, is my bed uncomfortable?” “Well, no. But you said no physical…” Muz-Ra sighed. “Krris… I lied. I’ve had professional training in modelling at the Tails and years of experience with men. I know what I’m doing, but I can’t do it without physical contact. As far as the outside world goes, we will do nothing physical. But inside here… what happens in here is between you and me. Forever. I’m sorry I deceived you, but we won’t fuck. I need to be able to tell that to the Jarl honestly should he ever find out anything. That much is true. You have a serious issue that I can help you with. But I need all the ‘tools’ at my disposal.” “Okay. I guess I can understand. You lied to me this morning though. I won’t back out, because I want this too much. But I don’t appreciate that.”
“I understand. I felt I had to, to get you to agree. But I promise, there is no need for concern tonight. Let’s just get used to each other. Now come on. Get in bed with me.” Muz-Ra shifted back to the far side of the bed, inviting Krris to lay down beside her. But as soon as he sat down, she said “No. No clothes. Naked.” “Naked? But you have your bikini…” “I won’t for long. Naked I said.”
Shortly he lay beside her, stiff in every way but one. When she snuggled up to him, her breath upon his ear, he turned to her. “You know, Red. I told you that in my mind, I’m… um… as turned on as any male would be.” “I know. And I want you turned on. Even if just in your head. Eventually it may translate to other parts. But this is enough for tonight.”
They lay there for awhile, saying nothing, till Muz-Ra spoke up, almost in a whisper. “Did you burn them?” It took Krris a second to understand the question. “My Tails collection? Yes, I did. It wasn’t easy.” “I know Krris. You must really want things to work between you and Ubergard.”
“I do, Red. I do.” “That’s good,” Muz-Ra said, then yawned a toothy yawn. “Goodnight Krris.” “Goodnight Red.”
Her hand found his penis and wrapped it gently. Krris froze, but eventually relaxed again as she did not try to stimulate him. She just held him. “I don’t know if I can sleep with you holding me like that,” he complained quietly. Muz-Ra opened her eye’s for a second, smiled, and snuggled closer. “That’s okay, Krris. I can.”

Krris #4

“That’s private, Ubergard,” Muz-Ra replied to the giant Argonian. “It’s between me and Krris. I’m sorry, but it has to be. He likes you, Ubergard. And he wants to do this for you. But it needs to be private.” “I don’t understand. What needs to be private?” “You’re going to have to trust me on this. He’s going to be sleeping in my room.” “Your room? Hell he can move in with me! He surely knows I’d love it. I don’t know how I can be any more obvious without sitting on his lap naked!”
“I think that would be his dearest wish, Uber. But you’ve got to let me do this. I know men in a way you don’t. I know what makes them tick. And he needs his clock fixed.” “Will you… do anything with him?” “Ubergard, I will do everything with him. Everything that is needed. That’s why I’m telling you this. He needs my help. As much as he likes you, his problem needs me.”
The giant Argonian nodded. “Well, it’s not like he’s a virgin.” Muz-Ra decided to let that comment pass. Ubergard could discover that on her own, she thought. “Then again”, she contemplated, “who knows how long that state will last?” Ubergard looked seriously at Muz-Ra, saying “As long as you promise you won’t steal him away from me in the end.”
“I do promise, Ubergard. Think of it as a kind of treatment. When it’s done, I expect you’ll have to fight him away with a stick.” “That,” Ubergard said with a smile, “I would not do. But I’d love to have the need!” Ubergard sat back down, thinking for a minute, then looked at Muz-Ra. “You know, Cheetah has a lot of experience with men too.”
“I’d thought about that. But there are problems with her. First, she does have experience – but in her case the men she’s known came to her, even chose her. They already wanted her. Second, she’s a Khajiit – too much like Udaran. And the third is Udaran herself. Cheetah’s in love with Udaran and that might cause problems,” Muz-Ra said. Then she took a deep breath, and looked away from Ubergard, as if afraid to look her in the eyes. “You know me, Uber. You’ve known me a long time, and I’m not going to lie to you now. I’m not a good person. No… Don’t interrupt. I am selfish, egotistical, loud and oversexed. I’m going to get one hell of a kick out of this. But he also does need my help, Uber. I can help him. I will help him. It’s like this is what I was born for.” “You’re wrong Red. You are all of those things, but that doesn’t make you bad. It makes you… you. Just please don’t fall in love with him. It’s awfully easy to do.” “I know. But I’ve got a man already, and you’ll have to trust me on this too – I love the Jarl, deeply. Really I do.”
“Does Krris know what you have in mind?” “No. Not exactly. But he wants to do this for you, Uber.” Ubergard smiled and stood. “Well that makes me feel a lot better, Red. I really thought he just wasn’t interested in me.” “Oh, he’s interested all right.” “That’s wonderful to know. Thank you Red, for confiding in me first. You don’t need my approval, but you have it anyway.”
Ubergard said as she stood to go, “Now I should be getting back to my work. Does he know that I know?” “Yes. I told him I would tell you. Among the three of us, I want no misunderstandings. As far as everyone else is concerned, if anyone asks, I’m asking him to keep guard over me while the Jarl’s gone.” “That’s wise.” Muz-Ra just smiled back confidently. But to herself she thought, “I hope you’re right, Uber.”
As she was walking away, Muz-Ra called to Ubergard. “Oh, and one more thing Uber… Do you know how old he is?” “Krris? I actually never asked. Why? How old is he?” Muz-Ra smiled evilly. “Well, if all goes well, you’re going to have one frisky young Khajiit on your hands for years to come!”
“Wait! Red! How old is he? I can’t judge Khajiit age very well!” “He just turned nineteen.” “NINETEEN? Oh my god, he’s a kitten! Red, I had no idea! I’m robbing the cradle!” “Give him some credit, Uber. You didn’t know because he doesn’t act like a kitten.”
A smile crept over Ubergard’s face, mimicking that on Muz-Ra’s. “Well, that’s true. Nineteen eh? That’s… interesting.” “HOURS Uber.” “What?” “He could go for HOURS.” While Khajiits don’t blush, the same can’t be said for Argonians. A flushed look came over the giantess’ features. Yet her response was simple with a smile. “Promise?” Muz-Ra laughed as her friend walked away.

Krris #3

“I’ll try anything! What’s your plan?” “First, I want to change your living arrangements. I want you to sleep with me. Just for a few days.”
“Sleep with you?!” “Not physically you horny Khajiit! Just stay with me. And we’re going to burn those magazines.” Krris nodded assent. “I thought that would be part of it.”
“Now Krris, in an ideal case, I’d have you sleep with Ubergard. But that’s not going to work here. She has about as much knowledge of the opposite sex as you. I’m the next best thing you’ve got. We need to get you to transfer your attentions to me. However, we will not have sex, Krris. You will do what you need to do, but there will be no physical contact between us. I do not want to have to explain this to the Jarl!”
“I suppose, if you think that will work. It’s very kind of you to do this for me Red. You won’t find me… disgusting?” “What, me? Krris, I live for penis! You should know that. It’ll be tougher for me than for you, believe me. But I’m committed to the Jarl and I won’t risk that. No, there will be nothing physical between us – but visually we’ll try and switch you to appreciating my fine Argonian form. I promise you, Krris, I won’t be disgusted. I’ll be enchanted.”
“You don’t think, maybe, I’ll just switch my obsession to you instead?” “I’m telling you, Krris, you’re not obsessed. Well, not in the normal way. Your body has just become accustomed to a single set of images to react to. I’ll give you more.” Muz-Ra’s mouth curved upwards as she added, “a lot more.” Krris stood up. “Thank you Red. I hope you’re right. Let’s do it!”
Muz-Ra stood and ran her hand over his crotch. “Hey! I though you said no…” “You’ve got clothes on, my young warrior. And I never said this wouldn’t be fun! I intend to do all I can do for you because you’re my friend, but I never said I wouldn’t take some pleasure in it myself. Consider this your down payment on my services.”
Krris gulped hard, no longer confident he’d made the right decision confiding in Muz-Ra. Reading his thoughts, she relented from her groping. “Oh relax, Krris. I promise I won’t rape you.” His features swiftly changed from surprise at her touch to return to self-pity. “That’s the problem, Muz-Ra. I don’t think you could.” “You think not? Have faith, Krris, and give me some time. I’m really pretty good with men. You might say it’s my specialty.”
The two walked back to the castle, detailing the change of their living arrangements and what they would and wouldn’t tell to the others. If Muz-Ra seemed to be walking a little closer than was usual, and if she occasionally brushed into him a little accidentally, surely that was only due to her clumsiness, Krris thought. He barely noticed, except maybe for that one time his hand drifted across her behind, holding her there unconsciously as he felt the muscles bunch and relax under her scales as she climbed up the hill. He pulled it away as soon as he became aware of it. Muz-Ra didn’t seem to notice anything fortunately. While Muz-Ra fully intended to uphold her promise of privacy, she insisted that Ubergard be told at least the rudiments of their plan, if only to prevent Uber from misconstruing things if she found out otherwise. As for the others, officially Krris would be staying with Muz-Ra for added security while the Jarl was gone.
So after dinner that night, she took the giantess aside. “Hi, Uber. Can you come over here a minute? Please, sit. We need to talk.” “What is it, Red?” “It’s about Krris, Uber. He really likes you, you know.” The Argonian sighed. “You think so? I’m not so sure. I don’t feel any passion from him. Sometimes I think he’s just hanging out with me to keep me from feeling bad. I think I should break it off. He’s too valuable to lose to my imagination of a romance that’s not there. It’s getting kind of awkward.”
“You’re wrong, Ubergard. He does ;like you romantically. But he knows it’s getting awkward, and he doesn’t like it either. Uber, he talked to me privately this morning.” “It’s Udaran isn’t it. I know he’s still in love with her.” “He is not in love with her, Ubergard! Really he’s not. What he has for her is something else. It’s like a mental sickness. But it’s one I think I can cure.” “Really? Are you serious? How?!”

Krris #2

“Red, I am never going to have Udaran’s love like I’ve long dreamed. But I have a new dream that’s in my grasp. I will tell you or do whatever I can to make that happen. I trust you.” “Well! Okay then. Now, I’m going to have to be careful here. I’ve got a rather powerful boyfriend, and I don’t want him to get the wrong idea. So we’ll just talk. But I need you to be completely open with me, and it’s going to be about your sex life.” “Red! I don’t have a sex life. That’s kind of the problem!”<
“Everyone has a sex life, Krris. It just may not be with another person. You see where I’m going here?” Krris’ eyes grew wide. “Oh! That. Well… yeah… okay, I guess I have a sex life. It’s just a lonely one.” “And that’s what we’re going to need to fix. But first, I need you to be completely honest with me, and I do hereby promise this will be 100% private forever too.” The Khajiit smiled some relief at that, and Muz-Ra noticed his tail fur did unfluff at least a little.
Krris, when you do that, what do you think about?“ "Well… you probably know already.” “Assume I know nothing, Krris. What do you think about?” “Udaran.” “Always?” “Always Udaran.”<
“Specifically… what part of Udaran do you think about?” “What part? Oh, the usual I guess. Her… tail mostly. And underneath it of course.” “Well, that’s pretty normal anyway. Tell me, have you ever seen… what’s underneath?” “Until that one time in the bath, no. And even then I just maybe peeked a little. Other than that, just a Tails magazine, but they don’t do nudity.”
“ONE Tails magazine?” “Well… maybe… 82.” “Really? (I didn’t know there were that many!) Do you still have them?” “Not all of them.” “Let me guess… only the ones with Udaran in them?” Krris nodded sheepishly.
“Well, don’t feel too bad Krris. You’ve just got an obsession, and you’ve been feeding it every time you do that.” “You think?” “Absolutely. How long would you say you’ve been doing that with Udaran’s pictures?” “Oh, I guess around 10 minutes. Maybe a little more.“ “No no no. Not how long does it take. How long has it been since you started using her pictures? "Well, kind of… forever.” “Forever?! How old are you Krris?”
“No one’s ever asked me that before. Red, I don’t want to lose my position!” “KRRIS! How old ARE you!?” “I turned nineteen about three weeks ago.” “Really! Have you ever been with anyone? Sexually?” “Well… No.” “Oh my god!” Muz-Ra cried, somewhere between a laugh and a scream as she collapsed onto the ground trying not to lose control. “A virgin?” “Please Red, I know you want to help, but you’re not making this very easy on me!” Krris protested.
“I’m sorry. You’re right. But… so your only sexual experience has been with Udaran in some magazines?” “Well, I did work at the Cathouse. I know how it’s done. But, personally… no.” Krris said, looking away. “NO! Krris, do not be embarrassed! You are made to be sexual Krris. We may keep it private, but we ALL are, unless we have much bigger problems than yours!” “So… you think I can get over her?” Krris asked hopefully.
“Who? Udaran? Krris, Udaran is not your problem. Your problem is your cock doesn’t know how to get hard without her picture! You’ve trained yourself, whether you realize it or not. I suspect even if she were waiving her tail right in front of you, you’d have the same problem since she’s not on paper!”
Krris shook his head. “No… it definitely gets hard when I see her.” “Oh! Okay. Well, there’s one theory shot. I know men, Krris, but I’m not one myself as you may have noticed. My knowledge only goes so far. But I have a plan.”

Krris #1

“Oh, hi Krris!” said Muz-Ra as she stepped out into the cool morning air into the area just outside Castle Kitty’s main doors. The morning sun was warm on her scales, however, and the scent of a new day filled her with the simple pleasure of springtime in Skyrim. The only thing that could mar her spirit was knowing that her boyfriend, the Jarl, had left for Solitude a few days before. But such was the life of being the Consort of the Jarl. It was, on balance, a small price to pay for his love. “Good morning Red. I’m just cleaning up out here a bit.” “So, how’s the Security business? Are we safe from marauders?”
Krris set his broom aside and walked over to the Argonian who was dressed, as usual, in her odd flexible-gold bikini. “I suspect the word has gotten around since you started dating the Jarl. Castle Kitty is now protected territory. Still, you never know when some bandit group or other will want to test us.” Though Muz-Ra was known for her sometimes outrageous behavior, she was also quite adept at reading people. Now she sensed the Khajiit was troubled. “Something’s wrong isn’t it. What is it, Krris?”
“Well, I would like to talk to someone, and I think you’re probably the best person here really for this… situation.” “Come on, let’s take a walk, Krris,” Muz-Ra suggested and took him by the arm. The two stepped down from the castle entryway and began to walk towards the rising sun. Muz-Ra didn’t press. Krris had always been a little on the quiet side, and she knew that if he wanted to talk to her about something, it was probably serious. Best to let him find his own voice.
“Red, this is something I find difficult to talk about. But I think you understand men best around here.” Muz-Ra grunted her assent. “Can I trust you to keep a secret?” Muz-Ra stopped, hands on her hips. “If it’s a secret that needs to be kept, Krris, sure I can. But in my experience most secrets do not. They just need to be explained. But yes, I will keep whatever you want to say confidential.”
“It’s about Uber.” Muz-Ra nodded as they resumed walking through the rough scrub grass that grew around the castle. “And about Udaran no doubt.” Krris sighed. “Yes, of course. Always Udaran.” “Well, what is it? You know there’s no way I can help you with Udaran. She’s in love with Cheetah and even if she wasn’t, she really isn’t into men.”
“I know. And I accept that. But you know Ubergard and I have been kind of dating a little.” “Yeees?” the Argonian replied, drawing out the word. “See, I like Ubergard. I like her a lot. But, she obviously wants to take things to the next level.” “She wants to get physical?” “Exactly.”
“Don’t you find us Argonians attractive Krris? There’s no shame if not. We are different species after all. You’ve proven time and again that you consider us equals, and that’s to your credit. But sex is something completely different. That part of us likes what it likes, and there’s no shame in admitting if you don’t think of us as us attractive in that way. But you should tell that to Ubergard. I know she likes you, so it will be tough on her. But it’s something she needs to know if so.”
Krris stopped then sat down on the ground, and Muz-ra followed his lead, sitting close beside him. “I don’t think it’s that, Red. And it’s not the size thing either. In fact, I think that might be one reason why I am attracted to her. But when we touch…” “Yes? What?” “Nothing Red. Nothing happens.” “So she doesn’t turn you on basically?”
“It’s hard to explain, Red. She turns me on in a major way up here,” he said, pointing to his head. “But… down there… Down there I’m still thinking of Udaran.” Muz-Ra shifted to sit directly in front of him and took his hands in hers. “I see,” Muz-Ra said, thinking for a minute. “Krris, do you trust me? Enough to talk very intimately to me?“
Krris stammered a bit, and Muz-Ra had been around Khajiits enough to notice the bushing of his tail – a sure sign of embarrassment or fear in a Khajiit. "I… well… I need to talk to someone, and I do trust you Red. But I’m not very comfortable talking about this sort of thing.” “Well comfort be damned, Krris! This is important. This affects your life, Ubergard’s life, and even to some extent Udaran’s. You’re all friends of mine, and I will do all I can to help you if I can. Consider this therapy.” Krris thought about this, and then seemed to reach a conclusion…

Krris story completed.

I’ve just completed the next story. It is 100% sexual in nature. I mean, just in-your-face sex. All I can say is I’ll try – as much as possible – to restrain myself and keep it at least as classy as a furry sex story can be.

Yeah – is that even possible?

I did set this as NSFW didn’t I? I sure hope so!

I’m still doing some Photoshopping of Prequel sketches, and I know this is yet another promise of a promise. But I actually have the whole thing written. It will be unusually short – probably about 10 posts – but still a necessary progression to finish all the shipping necessary. Poor Ubergard’s been alone too long, and that batshit-crazy Khajiit woman doesn’t count.

The story after this, I think, needs to be tragic though. I won’t say who or how, but it’s time, I’m afraid, to break up a pairing after this. It also will involve the return of Sampson, Devilah and Angel (sorry, even I forgot her name again!) into the main character’s story. But that’s AFTER HappySex story, so don’t get depressed yet! I’ll be starting on the screenshots and get a post up This Week. I make this vow here before God and all of you. I WILL get a post up within the next week. (Sometimes you gotta do stuff like this to force yourself you know!)

That picture of Katiawoman in Latex can wait, BD. This is YOUR opus, not someone else’s!

The Sword of St. Michael – Ovation

Author’s note:

Sorry for the hiatus. I had a Prequel-related art project I wanted to get done (that’s finished now) and needed to decide what story to tell next. I’ve decided to go with one that focuses on K’rris, the Khajiit guard and his ongoing obsession with Udaran. I’ve got the overall story line completed now and will start on writing the individual postings.

But also I like to end my stories with a bit of a conceit.(see http://www.writersbootcamp.com/conceits.asp for the definition I’m referring to here ) And that is that the stories are a sort of play by actors. So even those that are killed come back for a last ovation. I didn’t do that with The Sword of St. Michael, so here it is – bawdy as expected – with the major characters posing one last time. Devilah get’s to be the only one with clothing. (Well, it IS NSFW after all!)

So just consider this my notice that a new story is coming and the hiatus should only be a few more days.

The Sword of St. Michael – Epilogue

Later, after they had settled into the unoccupied cabin… “And… I won’t be bothered by Hell anymore?” asked Devilah, her eyes bright with hope. “Nope. No more than any other mortal anyway. You are the proverbial ‘One That Got Away’”. Devilah looked at Sampson. “I guess I’m sorta homeless now.” “Join the crowd, Devilah.” “As long as we’re together, Sampson, I think I’ll be just fine.”
Devilah looked at the ragged fur ‘armor’ that Sampson had found. “I suppose I could conjure up something instead,” Devilah offered. “I suspect you’ll find that’s a bit of magic you can no longer do, Devilah,” Faniel said predicted. “It’s fine, Devilah,” Sampson assured her. “For now anyway.” Devilah tried anyway, but as expected, nothing happened. “Tell me, Faniel, is there anything you don’t know?”
“Oh, plenty! When I was an Angel I had a sort of knowledge of the future. But now… not so much.” “…nor proper posture when in the presence of males I see. We’ll need to work on that.” Devilah noted. “What do you mean?” “You just gave Sampson a serious hard-on. Don’t worry about it for now, but if you’re not going to wear clothes, there are some rules you’ll need to learn. Like ‘knees together’ for a start.” Sampson interrupted, eager to change the subject, “So! Anyone up for a midnight snack?”
“Later Sampson,” Faniel suggested. “Right now we need to sleep. I think I saw a lake nearby. Can you catch fish?” Sampson shrugged, “I can sure try!” “Then let’s get some sleep and you can catch some fish for breakfast. Sleep isn’t something I’ve done before, but this body seems to desire it. What would be the… er… proper way to sleep in this social situation?” Devilah suggested the Angel sleep at the foot of the bed for tonight anyway, so that she and Sampson could celebrate in their own way. Then Devilah went out to wash a bit. She found she too had a desire for sleep. Perhaps this was another new aspect of her mortal life that she’d have to get used to.
When she returned, Sampson was snoring like an Argonian. The Angel was nowhere in sight. “Dammit,” she thought to herself, “I could really use a good… celebration too. Oh well, at least I’ve got Mr. Sparky till the batteries run out.” She began rummaging through her inventory. Then rummaging again. Then desperately taking everything out one-by-one. It wasn’t there. Faniel stepped in. “What are you looking for?”
A growing sense of realization began to come over Devilah. “Um… Faniel… when Agrat sent that ‘essence’ away. You said it had to occupy some object, right?” “Yes. Why?” “Could it have occupied something in my inventory, and been blown away along with it?”
“Oh yes, that’s very likely. It would seek to embed itself into anything even vaguely swordlike as soon as it left Sampson’s sword. That’s kind of how it got there in the first place.” “Well FUCK!”
Some hours earlier, far away in a storage room in Whiterun, the Argonian lover of the Jarl was wandering around, looking for anything of interest. She sat down in frustration. Suddenly, she heard a noise far off in a corner as if something had fallen through the quite substantial ceiling above. If truth be told, the noise gave her quite a fright. “Is anybody there?” she asked to the dark. The only thing she heard was an odd buzzing noise. Slowly, she traced it to it’s source. “What the hell is this?” she thought, bringing the oddly shaped device out into the light. It vibrated in her hand. It looked like a… well, a rather large and black penis to be blunt about it. On the back was a button. She pushed it and the buzzing stopped, yet some inner power still hummed somehow.
A smile crept over her reptilian visage. She pushed the button again. Again it began it’s vibration. The smile became wider and took on perhaps a touch of mischievousness. Then she left to clean up her new toy.
“Oh Jarlyhorse… I’ve got a surprise for you!” “Oh? What is it?” “Don’t peek! Just hand me that jar of oil would you?” The Jarl of Whiterun smiled. This oil had some quite specific uses that had nothing to do with cooking. “Now, turn over…”
Far away, a mortal angel sat up from a nightmare suddenly, her eyes wide with a mingling of horror and disgust. Inside the cabin, her two companions were going at it like rabbits, but she couldn’t care less. The image in her mind was far more disturbing than anything those two lovers were up to. “I have to retrieve that?!” she thought. She looked up at the sky and mentally shouted “This is too cruel. I told you it was an accident!” When no answer was forthcoming, she looked over at the lovers now rutting like two animals in heat and sighed, “I hate my life.”