Unlikely Dovahkiin #6

Author's Notes: Still alive and making a rapid recovery! Here's a lead-up to the two-part ch.7, the first bit of which shall be coming very soon! Enjoy!

[M/fu] [sleazy/gropey] [propositioning/prostitution(?)] [anal] [orgasm denial] [facial]

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‭I’m gonna miss those robes.‭ ‬It seems like nobody can ever just say‭ “‬hey,‭ ‬Tess,‭ ‬take your clothes off please,‭” ‬you know‭? ‬It’s always ripping and tearing before I even get a chance to express interest.‭ ‬Like,‭ ‬if those box-tentacles had been a little more courteous in their propositioning I probably would have been like‭ “‬oh yeah cool,‭” ‬especially if I’d known how incredible and strangely...‭ ‬satisfying,‭ ‬the experience would have been.

But no.‭ ‬Instead,‭ ‬I’m shuffling my soggy ass back to Riften,‭ ‬fantasizing about what my next outfit will look like after I buy one with whatever share of the loot I get from Vex.‭ ‬My robes are shredded tatters that hang around my shoulders,‭ ‬revealing more than they cover,‭ ‬making me look like I was attacked by wild dogs and somehow emerged with injury to only my clothes.

Bumping against my hip with every step is what I can only assume is the thing Vex wanted‭ ‬--‭ ‬the thing at the bottom of the chest.‭ ‬A heavy rod of dark green metal that always looks wet,‭ ‬but is dry to the touch,‭ ‬with a handle on each side and a clasp in the center.‭ ‬I can only assume it’s some kind of scroll or map case,‭ ‬but it’s so large and so heavy and so...‭ ‬odd.‭ ‬I’m still too sore from the last container I opened,‭ ‬though,‭ ‬so I’m just gonna let Vex deal with this one.

It’s a few hours of walking before I find the nearest town,‭ ‬Rorikstead,‭ ‬drawing my ragged robes around me as tightly as I can as I search for some kind of stable or cart,‭ ‬though a dilemma hangs heavy over my head‭ ‬--‭ ‬with the destruction of my clothes,‭ ‬my coinpurse‭ (‬along with what few septims I hadn’t banked with the Thieves‭’ ‬Guild‭) ‬was lost,‭ ‬and the sound of approaching draugr drawn to the sound of my moans forced me to flee before taking the time to search for it.‭ ‬Now I find myself broke and in need of a considerable distance of travel.

Attempts to search for a horse to buy or rent end up being successful‭ ‬--‭ ‬attempts to search for a horse that I can just have for free and not pay for,‭ ‬however,‭ ‬are way less fruitful.‭ ‬After being shooed from the town’s stables,‭ ‬resignation starts to set in as I realize that I have a long,‭ ‬long walk ahead of me...‭ ‬until I hear the clop of hooves and wheels of a cart coming from behind me.

Whirling around quickly,‭ ‬I head towards the sound,‭ soon‬ seeing the trade wagon pulled by two massive mountain horses,‭ ‬driven by an argonian man of indeterminate age‭ ‬--‭ ‬never really had enough of them on Solstheim for me to figure out exactly what their aging process looked like.‭ ‬Darker scales maybe‭? ‬No idea,‭ ‬but this guy has a big horn at the tip of his snout and a crest of dull spines fanning out from the back of his head,‭ ‬his green-and-reddish scales dull in color but obviously decently cared for.‭ “‬Excuse me‭!” ‬I call out,‭ ‬quickly dodging the horses and skirting toward the side of the cart,‭ ‬waving one hand outward to catch the argonian’s attention.

‭“‬What are you looking for,‭ ‬grayskin‭?” ‬he says in a deep,‭ ‬rough voice that belied his moderately-sized frame.‭ ‬He slows the horses,‭ ‬but doesn’t stop them,‭ ‬forcing me to scamper along beside him.‭ “‬I have mead,‭ ‬spices,‭ ‬and dried meats for sale,‭ ‬if you have the coin for them--‭”

“I need a ride,‭” ‬I say,‭ ‬trying not to sound too desperate,‭ ‬even if I am.

‭“‬A ride,‭ ‬huh‭? ‬Well,‭ ‬that isn’t typically something I sell.‭ ‬Couldn’t find a horse in Rorikstead,‭ ‬eh‭?”

“...Not a free one,‭” ‬I say hesitantly.‭ “‬I was...‭ ‬robbed,‭ ‬and I desperately need to get across Skyrim.‭”

As we reach the outskirts of the small town,‭ ‬he finally stops the horses entirely,‭ ‬pausing to look me over.‭ “‬Looks like it...‭ ‬looks like they upgraded your outfit,‭ ‬too,‭” ‬he follows with a hoarse,‭ ‬perverse chuckle,‭ ‬and I can see exactly where his eyes are‭ ‬--‭ ‬the swath of petite cleavage provided by my shredded robes,‭ ‬showing off the soft,‭ ‬pale gray skin beneath.‭ “‬Why don’t you climb on up here,‭” ‬he growls.‭ “‬Name’s Jaree-Lai.‭”

I hesitate.‭ ‬Not crazy about his tone,‭ ‬to be honest.‭ ‬There’s shamelessly appreciative and then there’s just pervy,‭ ‬and Jaree-Lai here is definitely tilting that direction.‭ ‬But he hasn’t mentioned payment,‭ ‬so...‭ ‬I sigh,‭ ‬clutch to the scrollcase,‭ ‬and hoist myself clumsily up onto the other side of the cart’s wooden bench-seat,‭ ‬exhaling deeply.‭ “‬Thanks.‭ ‬I’m Tess,‭ ‬Tess Lladoril.‭”

“Don’t mention it,‭ ‬grayskin,‭” ‬he chuckles,‭ ‬pushing the horses to move onward while he winds his free hand around my waist,‭ ‬squishing his scaly fingers into one slender hip before dragging his hand upward,‭ ‬brushing his palm against the side of my small breast.‭ “‬We should get to know each other a little better‭ ‬--‭ ‬it’s gonna be a few days‭ ‘‬til we reach Solitude,‭ ‬after all.‭”

Wait.‭ ‬Solitude‭? ‬Fuck.‭ “‬Waitwaitwait,‭” ‬I mumble,‭ ‬flinching but not recoiling by his unsubtle groping,‭ “‬You’re going to Solitude‭?”

“That’s right.‭ ‬I don’t trade with the dirty Stormcloaks‭ ‬--‭ ‬not after I saw the state of my people in Windhelm.‭ ‬Yours,‭ ‬too.‭”

I swallow hard.‭ ‬This is gonna be a tough pitch.‭ ‬I’m silent for a long moment,‭ ‬then finally I reply,‭ ‬voice softening.‭ “‬I need to go to Riften.‭”

Jaree-Lai’s eyes narrow,‭ ‬and he glances over to me.‭ “‬Riften’s quite a ways away,‭ ‬young lady.‭”

“I know.‭”

“And you have no coin to sway my mind‭?”

“Not a single septim.‭”

“Well...‭” ‬he goes quiet for a moment,‭ ‬tutting beneath his breath.‭ “‬Well,‭ ‬well,‭ ‬well.‭ ‬I can be reasonable,‭ ‬I suppose.‭ ‬We’ll just have to see what you might be willing to...‭ ‬trade.‭”

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‭“‬Ahhn‭! ‬Ahh‭! ‬A-are--‭ ‬you--‭” ‬I grit my teeth hard,‭ ‬fingers clutching to a fistful of the rough fur blanket beneath me,‭ ‬my entire lithe figure getting rocked forward with each thrust of Jaree-Lai’s unexpectedly enormous cock into my ass.‭ “‬--Almost...‭ ‬nnngghh‭! ‬...d-done back t-there‭?”

“Just...‭ ‬ggrrrhh...‭ ‬getting started,‭ ‬lovely,‭” ‬I hear his hissing voice from behind me,‭ ‬scaly hands laid on either side of my butt as he bends me over at our campsite.‭ ‬He punctuates each word with another hard thrust forward,‭ ‬cramming his length of reptilian green meat into my asshole as deep as it’ll go,‭ ‬obviously taking full advantage of the fact that it isn’t necessary for him to woo me.‭ ‬Joke’s on him,‭ ‬of course‭ ‬--‭ ‬even if I might not have chosen this situation for myself,‭ ‬I’m starting to develop a taste for rough sex.

‭“‬Nnhh...‭ ‬hahh,‭ ‬hahh,‭ ‬hahhh,‭ ‬fuck--‭!” ‬I gasp out,‭ ‬not bothering to try to keep a conversation going as I get pinned to the fur blanket and drilled,‭ ‬my back entrance making lewd slurping sounds as it tries to suck Jaree-Lai’s cock back into me each time it shoots out.‭ ‬I feel his hands starting to shift and grope around my body,‭ ‬rubbing along my butt and hips,‭ ‬then my sides,‭ ‬finally reaching all the way around to grab one of my little tits and give it a hard squeeze.‭ ‬The tender flesh spills out between his fingers as much as it can,‭ ‬his nails teasing and pulling at the piercing in my nipple as he relentlessly thrusts into me.‭ “‬T-take it...‭ ‬easy...‭!” ‬I half squeal,‭ ‬half moan,‭ ‬just hanging on for dear life as I endure my surprisingly rough fucking.

‭“‬Hey,‭ ‬we have at least three days left before we reach Riften...‭” ‬Jaree-Lai groans,‭ ‬pinching my nipple more fully now and drawing a yelp of excitement from me.‭ “‬But if you’re not a good girl for me,‭ ‬I’m not above making it four.‭” ‬He lets out a raspy,‭ ‬trill-like sound,‭ ‬his hand on my butt delivering a swift,‭ ‬hard spank that‭ ‬--‭ ‬as much as I don’t want to admit it‭ ‬--‭ ‬makes me quickly bite my lip and wilt against the blanket,‭ ‬pushing my rear back into his fat schlong.

‭“‬Ahhh‭~!” ‬I yelp,‭ ‬before biting down onto the blanket and rocking my butt backward,‭ ‬wincing as he slams back up my backdoor.‭ ‬My much smaller,‭ ‬half-hard girldick sways and spins with each rough thrust,‭ ‬the argonian’s scaly balls slamming into my petite ones as he relentlessly fucks me as hard as he can.‭ ‬I can hear his breathing getting heavier and heavier and wonder how he’s even keeping this pace up.‭ ‬I have to give it to him,‭ ‬he may be an extorting sleaze but‭ ‬Boethiah he can fuck like a dwemer automaton‭ ‬--‭ ‬if dwemer automatons had dicks.‭ ‬Do they‭? ‬Actually that might be worth looking into.‭ ‬It’d make finding books for the College of Winterhold way more interesting.

Just as I start to finally get a little bit hard,‭ ‬though,‭ ‬I feel the thick lizardcock inside of me start to swell and pulsate before it’s swiftly drawn out of my rear entrance,‭ ‬the sudden emptiness after such a long,‭ ‬insistent drilling causing it to shudder but remain open.‭ “‬Sit up,‭ ‬grayskin,‭” ‬Jaree-Lai rasps,‭ ‬and I hesitate before finally complying,‭ ‬turning around and getting up on my knees just in time to hear him shout out and get a jet of hot cum to blast across my face,‭ ‬forcing me to reflexively close one eye.‭ ‬A second bolt of sticky argonian seed laces across my face again,‭ ‬along with some of my hair,‭ ‬and a third strand plasters my chin and neck before dripping down my small chest.‭ “‬That’s it,‭ ‬that’s it...‭ ‬hnnnhh...‭!”

I groan,‭ ‬licking my lip idly to catch a bit of the stuff before it falls,‭ ‬finding it to be even saltier than most cum‭ ‬--‭ ‬which makes sense,‭ ‬considering who it came out of.‭ ‬I wipe a bit of the spunk from my eyes and blink a few times,‭ ‬catching the final strands of it with my eyelashes,‭ ‬and wobble in place,‭ ‬my ass pleasantly aching and my dick almost all the way stiff.‭ “‬Phew...‭ ‬okay...‭ ‬well,‭ ‬what’s next‭? ‬Are you going to get me--‭” ‬I blink again when I’m interrupted by the sound of snoring,‭ ‬the argonian having toppled back against his own bedroll,‭ ‬eyes closed tight and a contented grin on his reptilian face.

Men,‭ ‬I swear.‭ ‬The fucking tentacles were more gentlemanly‭ ‬than that.

I sigh and lay back against the fur,‭ ‬naked and grumpy and covered with cum,‭ ‬my cock going soft again as my butt slowly manages to close itself back up.‭ ‬Just three days before I get back to Riften...‭ ‬or four.

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Jaree-Lai ends up availing himself of my body on each of the‭ ‬five nights of our journey to Riften,‭ ‬and stays in fantastically good spirits during the entire trip.‭ ‬Me,‭ ‬less so‭ ‬--‭ ‬while I get used to his idle groping and pervy chatter,‭ ‬the fact that he’s so unconcerned with making me cum definitely gets on my nerves,‭ ‬and I end up masturbating a few of the nights just to work off the tension.‭ ‬He does provide meals and crude bedding,‭ ‬though,‭ ‬and never‭ ‬pushes himself on me outside of our agreed-on once per night.

As such,‭ ‬I’m more than a little happy when I see the dirty,‭ ‬rat-ridden streets of Riften again,‭ ‬still with naught but my torn robes and the strange metal scrollcase attached to my belt.

‭“‬You take care out there,‭ ‬grayskin,‭” ‬I hear Jaree-Lai call out to me as I finally disembark the wagon for the last time,‭ ‬waving half-heartedly back at him.‭ “‬If you ever need another free ride somewhere...‭ ‬just look for me,‭ ‬eh‭!”

“...I’ll make sure and do that,‭” ‬I sigh,‭ ‬turning away again and back to the run-down little city I’ve more or less come to call home.‭ ‬Time to find Vex,‭ ‬give her what I found in the dungeon,‭ ‬and get my reward.