The Tower of Mistral: A Kho'Rorgan Story; The Shadow in the Spring
by Shravasti
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Somewhere in Eastmarch.

Kho'Rorgan had lucked out in his explorations of the normally frigid Skyrim. The wandering Khajiit, clad in nothing but a simple pair of pants, had happened upon a set of sulfuric hot springs. The odor was tolerable, and the heat of the water seemed to be just to his liking. There was a finger of rock in the middle of the springs that showed signs of previous encampment, not the least of which was a well worn table.

There was no one around, so he decided that it would be a fine place to make an encampment of his own for a while. He had little to put down on the ground, and without reservation, his trousers were among them. Mind you, he would have done the same even if there were others around. He was unashamed of his nudity. And why should he be? He was immense, bigger than any Pahmar-raht by virtue of his great height, and prodigious but practical musculature. His patterning, though, were the black spots on gray of a Cathay. His hair was also significant, styled as a black but graying mohawk held up by a headband.

The large Khajiit stepped into the spring slowly, then let it soak into his legs. As was his impulse, unbothered by the heat of the water was he that he was able to dive fully into it momentarily. When he came back up, the water had matted down his large mohawk, and while it led to a lot of matted, hanging fur, what was matted to his body showed off more of his musculature. It was all punctuated by the sheen brought on by the sunlight. Contented, he found a spot near the shore to just relax, letting it all flow comfortably around his naked form.

But once all his splashing was gone, his ears twitched to a sound in the forest behind him. He dismissed it as just some of the local wildlife and sighed. But now it seemed to be getting closer. He always took good care of his ears, so even with his advanced age, they were very keen. It was clear this was the sound of something or someone who didn't want him to know they were coming. He simply went back to relaxing, playing the part of the oblivious.

After a minute or two, something moved quickly right behind him, but he was quicker. He reached back, finding a pair of arms and threw whatever it was over his head, making it splash into the spring water. The form thrashed in the water, it's arms still firmly in his grip. It was a darkly dressed figure, masked and managing to hold onto a steel dagger in it's hand despite his own firm grip on it's wrists. A Dark Brotherhood assassin! Such a thing had become a rarity this last century, but here was one seemingly after him!

He stood up, pulling the assassin onto the land with him, sliding them right between his legs beneath him. The assassin seemed to stop thrashing for a minute, as with a couple simple moves, Kho'Rorgan had their arms crossed and himself turned around. Then he sat down upon his assailant's stomach, pressing their crossed hands to their chest. Their own grip on the dagger faltered, sending it clattering to the ground as Kho'Rorgan finally got a good look at his attacker. Even with the mask on, there was no mistaking the elongated muzzle and horns of an Argonian poking out underneath the hood, as well as the quite obvious long tail.

It was a simple matter to shift his legs to hold onto those arms while he took hold of the hood, pulling it off. Below him lay an Argonian, alright. His emerald green skin was punctuated by the sharp seafoam-colored eyes looking back up at him. An Argonian assassin could mean only one thing.

"So, a Shadowscale, hmm? I thought there were no more." The Argonian said nothing, but he also didn't seem to be struggling.

"Don't suppose you could tell me who wants me dead? No, probably not. But I thought there'd be more fight in you." The Argonian was definitely trembling, but not with any fear or rage. For someone who was supposed to be so focused, Kho'Rorgan noticed the Argonian's eyes shifting down every now and then. Kho'Rorgan forgot he was naked, and now his balls and his heavy, but flaccid cock was resting just under the Argonian's chest.

"Ah, is this what has your attention now? Or has it always? I wonder how long you watched me, my naked body all wet?"

The Argonian tried struggling, but although the tight Dark Brotherhood garb he wore showed him to have significant muscle of his own, but he was no match for the weight of the Khajiit sitting on him. "Nn... release me." he said.

"Why? So you can kill me? Obviously, I can't allow that."

The Argonian tried struggling again, without much success. All it served to do was arouse the immense feline, and the assassin was doing a poor job of hiding how much he noticed. By now, he had that heavy and hard cock hovering right over his muzzle, and Kho'Rorgan tended to drool a little. Something about that oozing onto the Argonian's muzzle made him give a shuddering sigh, like he'd taken a massive hit of Skooma.

"Perhaps there's something else you're after, hmm? There's a part of you that likes this position, I think."

Kho'Rorgan reached back to confirm his theory. What they called 'Shrouded Armor' was designed more for movement than protection, and it tended to wear very tight. His suspicion was confirmed, the Argonian was hard under that armor, maybe even painfully so.

"Tell me what you really want." Kho'Rorgan said.

"I can't..." the Argonian paused, as if remembering something. "I can't go against my oath."

"Forget about that. Forget about oaths and obligations. What do 'you' want? What do you desire?"

The Argonian paused again, then opened up his mouth. Argonians always had long tongues, and this one showed his as it tentatively flicked at his tip. The Khajiit experimentally rubbed at the bulge in the Argonian's armor and he moaned slightly. "It seems we're of like mind, then." he said.

Kho'Rorgan sat back, letting the Argonian's arms free, but still a little bit on edge. But he made no move to grab the nearby dagger. Instead, he reached upward, hesitantly at first, but then pressed his scaled fingers into the larger male's impressive pecs. Kho'Rorgan stood up, and the Argonian stumbled slightly as he did the same, inadvertently kicking the knife away. Kho'Rorgan finally got a good look at his 'assailant'. The Argonian definitely kept himself in shape, though a part of him was desperately trying to escape that tight armor, and it wasn't another knife. At least, that was the hope.

Kho'Rorgan stood naked and proud before the bank, and the Argonian was looking unsure of things in front of all this. "So males interest you?" Kho'Rorgan asked.

"We uh... Shadowscales have arranged marriages. But there haven't been any females to bond me with. There is this Nord in our chapter, you see. He's married, but I've looked in on him bathing and found myself unable to look away. But he's also a werewolf, and when I saw his transformed state, I could not help but release myself in private somewhere. I knew then that my seed has no place in a female."

Kho'Rorgan nodded, understanding. He was very werewolf-ish, so much so that he'd been mistaken for one once. "I see. Perhaps you dream of that werewolf mounting you and pumping you full of his pups? Or perhaps you want yours in him?"

The Argonian flinched, it seemed like that armor was getting more uncomfortable. He was tugging at it. "Be not abashed around me." the Khajiit said. "You can tell or show me anything, and I will take it to my grave." Which hopefully would not be in a minute or two. The Argonian made up his mind, and got to work unhitching and unbuckling the deceptively complicated armor. He stripped it all off to show every emerald scale and muscle, and more importantly...

"No loincloth." Kho'Rorgan commented. "Now I know you really want this. But now that we've seen each other's bodies, perhaps we could also share names."

There was still a reluctance there. But it was understandable, his life was nothing but secrets. Even now. Still, he relented. "I-it's... Veezara."

"And this one is called Kho'Rorgan." He stepped up to the Argonian, chest to chest, making for a very good size comparison, and not just in heights. "Forget about Veezara the Shadowscale today, what does Veezara the Argonian want."

"He wants... he wants to be with you."

"So shall it be."

The Khajiit bent down, and connected to Veezara in a kiss, taking the lead and showing how it's done. Soon, he had the Argonian's long, forked tongue dancing to his tune. Veezara had his hands on Kho'Rorgan's firm backside, who in turn was holding Veezara's head closely. Then, again showing his deftness, Kho'Rorgan broke the kiss and turned Veezara around. Veezara gasped as he felt that massive cock against his back scales, but Kho'Rorgan took more proactive measures. The Argonian winced as a thick hand wrapped around his member, stroking it fiercely quickly. It was so easy. "I do so love how slippery Argonians can be. Inside and out."

Veezara couldn't do more that grunt and gasp, thrusting his hips forward. Soon, he felt his scaly balls draw up and witness his seed shoot out, again and again and again, landing softly as a cloud in the warm water before the currents took them away.

"Nnn... by the Hist!"

"Good, no? I have so much more for you, if you're willing."

Veezara was bewitched, the pleasure, the hormones, and just the presence of this bigger and more authoritative male making him weak. "Please..."

Suddenly, the Argonian felt himself shoved forward onto his hands and knees. Before he could even register this, the Khajiit had mounted him. "There is always a secret destiny afforded to us, but not all of us know. The Hist wanted you to be a bitch, a bitch to service greater males."

Veezara couldn't understand why, but the way Kho'Rorgan talked, what he said. It aroused him even more. Then the Khajiit had his fingers in the Argonian's mouth, pulling on it corner, tracing along his jagged teeth, dancing on his tongue. He had caught so many helpless, but now he was helpless. And the way it was now, he liked it. "Mnnuuhhh..."

"What's that? Fuck you already? So be it."

Veezara's eyes bulged as he felt the Khajiit enter him without reservation or gentleness. He simply shoved his way in there until his hard pelvis made Veezara's ass ripple. The feel made Veezara cum again, reducing him to panting and grunting. What was this creature? How could he bring out such things in a feared and notorious Shadowscale? Had Sithis brought them together, or Sanguine? Or maybe Molag Bal. Or all of them.

He didn't want to struggle. He didn't want to escape. Veezara simply took it as the bigger male fucked him in the way he imagined that beast Arnbjorn turned into would. The water splashed all around them as Kho'Rorgan thrust his hips, harshly and forcefully, pounding against a spot that make Veezara dump his seed into the spring. Washing it away. Kho'Rorgan leaned forward, nabbing Veezara's tough back neck scales. A mating bite, among felines at least.

The balls of the two males clapped together, again and again, but they were too into it to notice any ache. There was only pleasure. In particular, the pleasure boiled over and erupting deeply and warmly inside the Shadowscale's bowels. Kho'Rorgan was about to pull out, but Veezara held him fast. "Wait... m-more."

The Argonian showed initiative, turning himself about while still impaled, putting himself on his back. Of course, this also made his head lean back into the water, immersing it completely. Kho'Rorgan grinned. Clearly he was wanting to put his species' vaunted underwater breathing capability to the test. So, with that, the Khajiit went back to thrusting again, dousing his palm so that he could jerk the hapless Argonian off as he fucked him. There were plenty of bubbles coming up, and perhaps also the sound of pathetic, stupefied moaning. Veezara's senses were being overwhelmed, the combined assault making him jizz into the water again and again, bubbles blowing up as though the water were boiling. Kho'Rorgan gripped his cock tightly, grunting deeply, turning Veezara's insides white as his world suddenly went black.

Veezara was sure he was in the embrace of Sithis by now, and he'd probably have some interesting things to explain. Black turned to pink, a vague pink glow that turned from visual to sensation. Pleasure. Pleasure on his cock. Veezara finally managed to snap awake, looking up to see Kho'Rorgan, his heavy body riding atop the smaller male. At last, it seemed, he'd had something stuck into his target.

"Mmmm... good morning."

"Ummpphh... is it?"

"Not really, but I think you may have pushed your limits a little there. One part of you stayed awake, though, so I thought I'd avail myself of your sleeping wood."

Veezara was surprised. It seemed this Khajiit knew a thing or two about being fucked as well as fucking. He gyrated his hips horizontally, the Argonian's cock stirring inside him like he was an upside-down pot.

"Ohh, Sithis... I can't believe I'd let myself get knocked out by that."

The Khajiit loomed over him, tracing nibbles along the ridges on the Argonian's cheekbones. "But you clearly enjoyed it. You were all smiles when I carried you out of the water."

Veezara grunted, feeling the pleasurable throb of his rod within those warm insides. "Mnphhh... and now you have me ahaaat... your mercy."

Kho'Rorgan sat upright, setting his arms over his head. His enormous cock bounced up and down, waggling as he let his hips do the work. "But like a true Shadowscale, you properly countered and stuck your weapon into me. Wouldn't you say Sithis has been satisfied?"

Veezara reached up and took hold of Kho'Rorgan's hips, and began to thrust upwards, quickly matching rhythm until they both slapped perfectly against one another. "Several times, I think, watching what we've gotten up to."

"Such blasphemy." the Khajiit teased. "Then maybe they'd really like this."

Kho'Rorgan always had accurate measure of his orgasms, so as though on cue, his member unleashed itself. Veezara found himself hissing with pleasure as the Khajiit dumped his cum on his face, and it was enough to make him return the favor within Kho'Rorgan's insides. "Unnhhhh!!"

Kho'Rorgan grinned as he stood up, and Veezara watched him, that huge cock still hard and dripping. He had found an opening, and he took it, suddenly darting up to Kho'Rorgan, on his knees and cock-level. His long tongue reached out to flick the bead of cum that was there. "I want to try something."

Kho'Rorgan nodded, and Veezara opened up. There was a moment of anxiety as he saw Veezara's rows of sharp teeth. But as his lips wrapped around that cock and he moved forward, it was clear he knew how to keep them back. And then he kept moving, inch after inch after inch, until nose hit pelvis. Kho'Rorgan knew his cock was longer than Veezara's muzzle, so undoubtedly he was now deep in the Argonian's throat. But it contracted nicely. It was not unlike his tailhole, really.

But Kho'Rorgan could not help but grin at the image of the muscular Shadowscale, stripped naked, cum all over his cock and his face, sucking his down all the way to the root. Veezara moved his head, gently, back and forth. Kho'Rorgan was beginning to feel a bit like a cow and instead made himself a rider by taking hold of Veezara's horns, but doing no more. Veezara seemed to have a good pace, and his hands reached up to cup, caress and grope Kho'Rorgan's heavy balls, as if thinking about squeezing them to coax their content out.

Coaxing was not required, and Kho'Rorgan huffed out a hot breath to rival the springs as he pumped his seed into the Argonian's gullet, audibly gulping as though he were a mead spigot. Once it was done, Veezara slid back smoothly, breaking contact with a pop. "Hahhhh... So how long were you planning on staying here?"

They both were still hard. They still had a lot left in them.

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For that reason, Kho'Rorgan stayed in his encampment for a week, though he had someone to lay next to on those cold nights. The days were laden with thrusts and pumps, and large amounts of semen.

But they had to end, as they always did. Kho'Rorgan was always on the move. Veezara stood naked in the springs, looking up to see the Khajiit visibly carrying his small sack of effects.

The Argonian leaned over the edge of the pool, looking up for all the world like an innocent kit. "I wish you didn't have to go."

"I've never been able to linger in any place for long, and I'm sure your comrades are wondering where you are."

"The Brotherhood. What do I even tell them?"

"Take some of that cunning you grew up learning. Craft for them half-truths and vague answers, and let them ask no more afterwards."

"You will come back, right?"

Kho'Rorgan crouched before Veezara at the elevated edge of the pool. He took the Argonian's head, leaning down to kiss the hard scales on his scalp while simultaneously pressing his reptilian muzzle into the warm bulge in his pants. "Life willing, and hoping your brothers don't know exactly what I look like, I shall."

"Hope you do, then I shall say farewell for now."

Veezara found himself watching longingly at Kho'Rorgan's backside, and when it was out of sight, he realized he'd gotten himself hard again. His new bedpartner was gone now, so he simply sat back, envisioning the feline dancing like a Khajiit tavern dancer, but naked and hard. It did not take long for him to release a cloud of white into the heated waters.

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Kho'Rorgan would visit Veezara three more times. Somehow, the Shadowscale always knew he had come back to Skyrim. They'd meet in their spot in the springs and spend a week fornicating like Skeevers in the spring.

Sadly, on the fourth visit, Kho'Rorgan found himself in a land besieged by dragons. This and his discovery of the sacking of the local Dark Brotherhood would ensure any visits to the springs would be done alone for a long while.

Alone with a hardness he could only answer himself now.

-End