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.

Queen Muz-Ra #9

(Author’s note – the ‘people’ standing around the wall are actually more mannequins. That might not be clear.) Ubergard, Kitty and Muz-Ra were sitting with Bhusaran in the main meeting room at H’s underground chateau, home of the Tails of the Khajiit and Tails of the Argonian magazines. “I’m afraid H is out for some time on a new recruitment trip. He has left me in charge though. What is it I can do for you, Red?” asked Bhusaran. “That might be a good thing Bhusaran, since you’re the Advocate to the Jarl here. It’s a bit complicated,” Muz-Ra started, “but the gist is that I need to find some appropriate clothing for a dinner tonight at Dragonsreach.” “Dragonsreach? The Jarl?”
Muz-Ra nodded. “Well, that is interesting. Of course, you can take any clothes you need, Red. We don’t forget your years of service here!” “Thank you Bhusaran! I would prefer to pay for anything I take though. Now that I’m not working here anymore, it just seems right.” “I wouldn’t dream of making you pay for it Red! However, there is something you could do that you can look at as payment…” “Oh? What can I do for you in exchange?”
“Red, since you’ve left, we’ve received quite a number of missives requesting your return from readers.” “Oh? I gathered I wasn’t all that popular actually.” “Frankly, we did too. We were wrong.” The gold-clad Argonian smiled. “So, what I would like to propose is another photo shoot of you. Perhaps in a week or two. But I’d need to know if you’re agreeable to that so that I can advertise the upcoming shoot in this month’s TotA.”
“Why certainly Bhusaran! It would be an honor. I don’t forget all you and H have done for me either. You should have asked sooner!” “Thank you, Red. And now, why don’t you and I go to the wardrobe room and find you something appropriate?” “Oh, would you? No one has spent more time at the palace than you!” “Indeed. That is my primary function here, to intercede with Whiterun and keep our relationship agreeable. Please excuse us Kitty, Uber. She’s in good hands.” “No problem Bhusaran! Ubergard, why don’t you and I go take a dip in the hot tub? It’s been ages and I’d love to catch up on the latest gossip!” suggested Kitty. Ubergard nodded, “An excellent idea! Let’s see if Udaran would like to join us. Red, if we’re not here when you’re done, you’ll find us up top.”
Bhusaran led Muz-Ra to a small room with two large wardrobes full of outfits just off the master bedroom. “This is where we keep the more formal clothes. Khajiit-fitted on the left, those for Argonians on the right. Inside, you’ll find the larger sizes to the right. Go on, try some of these on, just for size at this point. Once we determine the right sizing, then we can see what choices we have. We have some fine tailors among our models, so if they need a little adjustment, we can make that happen in time for tonight.”
“Oh Bhusaran, you’re SO helpful! It’s like your my fairy godmother!” Bhusaran frowned, “I’m a lawyer by trade, with an occasional modelling job. I prefer to be known as an Advocate. Not a godmother. Now, I’ll wait just outside and you come out when you’ve found one that you like.” “Sounds good!”
A few minutes later, Muz-Ra stepped outside with her first trial dress. “What do you think?” “It’s gorgeous, but your chest must be awfully constricted in there.” “Yeah, it kinda is. I thought it might be I’m just so used to my open bikini top…” “It looks fine, and that peekaboo design is awesome, but I don’t think you’d be comfortable with that bust size. Go ahead and try another.”
“Oh, much better! Red, you look awesome!” “Why, thank you Bhusaran.” “Do you like it? You know, you don’t have to wear red.” “I know, but it’s just my color. I do like it, and it’s much more comfortable in the chest, but there’s one more I’d like to try.” “Certainly, but this would do just fine if the other doesn’t work.”
“What about this one?” Muz-Ra asked, stepping out of the dressing room once more. “Oh yes. I think we’re done here,” Bhusaran agreed. “You.. don’t think it’s too plain? I added a few accessories I found in a drawer.” “Not at all. It’s perfect.”
“I… I think so too. At least, I feel very comfortable in it.” “Do you want to box it up?” “Not yet. I want to show Kitty and Uber.” Bhusaran nodded.“I think they’re up in the hot tub. Go surprise them!”

Queen Muz-Ra #8

Ubergard was up on the balcony, doing martial exercises with her blade the following morning when she heard someone approaching below. Looking over the parapet, she called to the man below. “Hello! What do you need?” “I have a message for someone named ‘Muz-Ra’. Does she live here?” “Yes. I’ll deliver it for her. Wait a minute and I’ll be right down.”
The messenger was taken aback when the big door swung open and the sight of the giant Argonian appeared. “Yes?” Ubergard said, jolting him out of his stasis.“You have a message for Muz-Ra?“ "Er… oh! Yes. Right here. From the Jarl himself.” “Thank you. I’ll see that she gets it right away.” “Um… If you don’t mind, he requested I deliver it to her personally. It’s for her eyes only.” “Oh. Well, come on in. She’s probably still sleeping, but follow me.”
“Welcome to Castle Kitty, Mr…” “Oh. I don’t really have a name. Mostly I’m just called ‘courier’.” “No name? That’s odd. Well, I’ll just call you Mr. Courier.” “Mr. Courier? I like that! And you are?” “I’m known as Ubergard.” “Naturally.” “Well, wait here a minute Mr. Courier. I’ll let her know you’re here. I’m sure she’ll be right out.”
If the messenger was unprepared for the appearance of Ubergard, he was even less prepared for Muz-Ra when she appeared in the doorway. “Yes?” Muz-Ra greeted the little man groggily. “You have something for me?” The courier’s eyes grew as large as saucers at the scantily clad Argonian’s appearance and for a moment he stood transfixed with his eyes glued to her breasts.
“Oh, I’m sorry. You’re probably distracted by my skimpy outfit. Give me a second!” And with that Muz-Ra withdrew back inside her bedroom for a minute. When she came out again, her golden bikini was gone and in it’s place was… nothing. “Buuh buhh…” stammered the messenger. The Argonian smiled broadly.
“Well dammit, give me the message man!” The poor courier drew a gold embossed envelope from his pouch as if in a trance and handed it to Muz-Ra, somehow never taking his eyes off her chest. The Argonian’s eyes went as wide as the couriers’ own when she saw the envelope and the smile that spread over her face was no less than radiant. She opened it rapidly and scanned the neatly folded parchment within, then let out a scream of joy and started jumping up and down.
As Ubergard led the man out of the castle, his head was still reflexively bobbing up and down. When she returned, Muz-Ra was rolling back and forth in her bed, still naked, holding the parchment to her breast all the while. “My god Red, what is it?” Muz-Ra looked at Ubergard in rapture. “It’s an invitation to dinner tonight at Dragonsreach!” “Oh no,” Ubergard sighed. “It begins.”
“What’s all the commotion?” Kitty asked, stepping into Muz-Ra’s room sleepily. “Apparently Red has been invited to Dragonsreach by the Jarl himself,” Ubergard stated unenthusiastically. “Oh Kitty, he said he’d invite me! I thought he’d forgotten all about me!” “The Jarl? Red, that’s wonderful!” Kitty laughed. Muz-Ra leapt off the bed, picked up Kitty and spun her around in an expression of pure excitement before she suddenly stopped cold.
“Oh Kitty, what will I wear? I don’t have anything that’s fit for a palace!” Kitty looked down at the nude form before her. “Apparently you don’t have anything at all!” Muz-Ra looked down at herself too and realized she was naked. “Ack! Sorry. I was just having fun with the messenger. Wait a sec.”
In a minute she had her gold bikini back on. “I guess you can’t go in that. Come on to the armory, let’s see what I’ve got.” Ubergard sighed. “Let me help. I’ve a pretty good idea of what’s acceptable in such company.” Upon entering the armory, Muz-Ra was struck by how realistic the Khajiit mannequins were. “Wow. Your mannequins are very lifelike!” Ubergard noted. “Yeah, I had them custom made to my body.” “They’re anatomically very very accurate, aren’t they?” Muz-Ra mused, looking at one wearing exceptionally sheer lingerie.
“Well, yeah. I need to know what they’ll look like on me after all!” said Kitty, somehow getting a bit embarrassed. “Kitty, I’m afraid this isn’t going to work. These clothes are all custom tailored to you,” Ubergard said as she looked at some other outfits. Meanwhile Muz-Ra had gone on to another lingerie-clad model and was touching it’s breast. “Wow! It’s even soft and squishy! ” “Red… um… can you not do that? Please?” Kitty said, her tail now fully fluffed out in a Khajiitish blush. “Oh, sure Kitty! Shall we go to the Tails? They have a wider variety of sizes you know.” “Yes, let’s do that. Right now!” Kitty said, somewhat relieved.

Queen Muz-Ra #7

Suddenly, a voice came out of the darkness from the side of the tavern. “My lord, perhaps this would be a good time to return to Dragonsreach?” said Irileth from the shadows. “Irileth, I told you to wait inside, didn’t I?” “Yes my Lord.” “And you’ve been following us ever since?” “Yes my Lord.” “And you saw and heard everything?” “Yes my Lord.” The Jarl of Whiterun sighed.“Can’t I get any privacy around here?” “No my Lord. Only inside Dragonsreach.”
Balgruuf turned back to Muz-Ra.“Red, would you mind coming to Dragonsreach next time?” Muz-Ra kneeled in sincere respect for her Jarl. “It would be an honor, your Jarliness.” When she rose, he planted a kiss firmly on her cheek.“I will contact you soon, Red. It’s been a very memorable night.” And with that, Jarl Balgruuf went down the stairs, bidding goodnight to the Argonian. Muz-Ra returned his wave with a smile and a wave herself, but used her tail to do the waving. With that, she turned back into the tavern, happier than she had been in a long time.
Kitty was the first to greet her. “Red! Ubergard told me all about it! I’m sorry I missed all the fun!” “Oh, you know. That sort of thing happens all the time when I go out. I can barely walk without a King or a Jarl trying to get into my panties,” Muz-Ra laughed. “So, what happened? Did you…?” “Now, you know a nice girl doesn’t kiss and tell!”
Kitty looked around facetiously, “Where’s one of those?” Muz-Ra feigned indignation. “Besides,” Kitty went on, “you ALWAYS kiss and tell!” Ubergard came up to them. “And what about you, Uber? Are you going to ask me what happened too?” “Of course not. But you’ll tell us anyway so I might as well get it over with,” replied Ubergard, but something about her expression betrayed more interest than her words indicated.
“Wait, where’s Cheetah?” “Oh, she went back to the Tails.” “Did she know about the Jarl?” “No. Ubergard didn’t say anything to her, and I was too busy with Mikael.” “Well, if you’re ready to leave, I’ll tell you on the way when we’re out of the city.”
Outside, Muz-Ra remembered to ask Kitty something… “Oh! so how’d it go with Mikael anyway? Did he like the new dress?” “Absolutely! But as expected, it seems like the the more they like new clothes, the sooner they want to take them off!” “Well I think it looks fabulous. Your catsuit is great too, you know, but that shows off a bit more fur. And frankly looks more… oh, what’s the word… luxurious.” “Why thanks, Red. I told him I couldn’t stay overnight tonight, so he didn’t get the chance to figure out how to untie it yet.”
Once they were out of the city gates, Muz-Ra began to tell her story. “Ok, so I’m afraid you’re going to be disappointed in me. We didn’t actually do anything. But he did take me on a nice walk around. Even took me up to the Cloud District.” “Wow! That’s unexpectedly chaste of you!” Muz-Ra nodded, “I know. I don’t know what came over me. I had a man right in the palm of my hands, but I let him slip away.” “So… what did he want? I thought he wanted to, you know, do it with you.”
“Oh, he did! But… it just didn’t feel right. And probably Irileth was hovering around somewhere too.” “He wanted you, and you still didn’t? Are you not feeling well?” “I know, right? But… The Jarl. That’s not like fucking some mangy, two-timing guard! And who knows what trouble I’d be getting myself into?” Ubergard, silent as usual, had to speak up at that. “On that point, your instincts were true Red. You saved yourself more trouble than you can possibly imagine.”
Red looked at her fellow Argonian. “It sounds like you have some experience with such matters, Uber.” “I’ve perhaps been closer to that sort of thing than you. Just trust me, you don’t want to get mixed up in politics like that. It’s dangerous.” “I don’t know, they say politics makes strange bedfellows. Maybe they’re talking about me! Besides, you never know what the future may hold, right?” Ubergard looked to Kitty, who just shrugged as Muz-Ra skipped the rest of the way to the castle, singing some odd tune she seemed to have just made up. Something about ‘Getting to Know You’…
The next day came and went, and Kitty noticed that Muz-Ra did seem more lighthearted than she had days before. But as the week went on, her attitude steadily seemed to sink until by the end of the week she seemed more depressed than ever. Finally, when she caught the normally cheerful Argonian sobbing alone in the kitchen one evening, she could restrain herself no longer and she asked her friend directly what was wrong. But Muz-Ra refused to discuss it, saying it was just a silly fantasy of hers and that she’d get over it soon enough.
Until the messenger came the next day…

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