Lights Out!

Written by: minoan

Jaree-Ra leaned casually against a wooden post outside Angeline's Aromatics, a shop in the northern city of Solitude specializing in potions and alchemical ingredients. Though he appeared idle, the Argonian was carefully sizing up each passerby. He was looking for a sucker.

Jaree-Ra had a scheme in mind. Together with his sister Deeja, Jaree-Ra led a small group of bandit outlaws, the Blackblood Marauders. They'd made a good bit of coin in the past looting shipwrecks of ill-fortuned sailors blown off course, ships looking for safe harbor in Solitude but smashing into the rocks near the cove. Unfortunately for the Argonian siblings, this kind of a windfall was always too rare and too unpredictable to make any kind of plan around.

But an entire shipload of wares, free for the taking! If there was only some way to intentionally direct the sailors off course, steering them into the rocks, their clan of bandits could be waiting for it and lift the merchandise in hours. And if there were any survivors, they could be easily taken care of. If only!

Deeja had mulled this idea over in her head countless times to no avail, but one night, five goblets into a bottle of Alto wine, an epiphany struck her: the ships were guided into the harbor by a cliff-side lighthouse on the outskirts of town. It would only take extinguishing the flames one dark night for any ship destined for Solitude to find itself stranded on the rocks. And just like that, an entire ship full of loot!

Deeja shared her idea with her brother. Jaree-Ra thought this was the best scheme he'd heard in quite some time, and certainly one that would really raise the bar for what his ragtag assemblage of bandits was capable of. Even better, today was the perfect day to set such a plan into action. Jaree-Ra had it on good authority that a particular ship laden with treasure, the Icerunner, was scheduled to arrive in the harbor that night. 

But there was one flaw. Who would he get to extinguish the lighthouse flame? One of his bandits might be able to do it, but if they were caught they would certainly divulge the entire plan to the Solitude guards, which would turn Jaree-Ra and his sister into wanted criminals throughout the Hold.

The solution was to recruit an outsider – someone greedy, someone sneaky, but above all else, someone gullible. So Jaree-Ra waited in front of the store that day, waiting for just such an individual to walk by. Then, he saw him...

Jaree-Ra couldn't believe his luck when the Breton, a stranger in mage's robes who he had never seen before, looked in his direction. Yes, he thought. This is my mark.

"You're passing through Solitude?" Jaree-Ra called to the stranger as he approached. "Maybe you're looking to make some easy gold, yes?"

The stranger peered out from under his mage's hood, eyes locking with Jaree-Ra's.

"What did you have in mind?"

"It's easy to find things to sell. Things nobody will miss. Things from underground, or just left lying around in someone's house," Jaree-Ra said slyly. "I bet the two of us, we're very alike. So why not take the next step? We can help each other. My sister Deeja and I are treasure hunters. We like to collect things."

"I'm listening..." replied the Breton stranger.

"I knew you looked like a clever one! With the war, many more ships come through these docks. Loaded with weapons and pay, but few people. And they pass through dangerous waters. We have an interest in one of those boats, the Icerunner. The Solitude Lighthouse will be guiding it in... but if its fire were to go out, the Icerunner would run aground."

"So you want me to put out the lighthouse fire?"

"What an interesting idea. I think if someone were to do something like that, there would definitely be a certain amount of loot to be shared..." Jaree-Ra said. "Yes, if someone were to put out the Lighthouse fire and then meet me on the docks afterwards... I could certainly direct them to that loot."

Eyes still locked, the two exchanged a nod and, as suddenly as he had appeared, the stranger walked away, leaving Jaree-Ra still leaning against the wooden post.

- -

As night fell, Deeja looked in the direction of the lighthouse from the docks outside the city. The light shone bright, safely guiding ships into harbor.

Deeja looked fairly typical for an Argonian.  A lizard-folk from the far southern marshes of Tamriel, Argonians had scaly skin that could come in many different colors, though the most common were shades of green and brown. This described Deeja, whose skin and scales were a dark shade of green.

Like all Argonians, Deeja also had an alligator-like tail, clawed feet and a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth. Often Argonians had horns, and rarely they had feathers, but many did not have either. Deeja, for her part, had six small horns on the top of her head; female Argonians tended to have smaller horns than males, when they had them. Aside from these features, Argonians were fairly humanoid in other aspects of their anatomy.

The only other major difference Argonians had with the rest of the humanoid inhabitants of Tamriel was their genitalia, specifically male genitalia. Males of the beast-folk of Tamriel – lizard-like Argonians and cat-like Khajiit – both had penises that were analogous to their animal counterparts rather than their human and elf brethren. In the case of Argonians, this meant no dangling testicles or waggling penis, since they were both internal. Instead, Argonian males had only a slit between their legs that resembled the female anatomy. This was a source of much derision and jest towards them throughout history by the other races of Tamriel. It was only when they were aroused that their long, serpentine, tapered pink penis emerged from that slit.

In this regard Jaree-Ra was no different from other male Argonians, though he did have a few uncommon features. For one, he was more muscular than most Argonians, who tended towards slim builds more adept at swimming through swamps than wielding war axes. He also had a plume of feathers on his head, a fairly rare feature. But by far his most unusual feature was the color of his skin and scales, which was so light that it was closer to a shade of pink than light brown.

These features contrasted sharply with his sister’s green skin and horned head to the point that no one who wasn’t aware of the fact would assume that they were siblings. But neither could deny it; they’d grown up in the same abusive household in Black Marsh and fled together to the cold, distant lands of the north. They’d resorted to crime just to have food to eat and fallen in with the band of bandits they now led. They’d spent their entire lives together, just trying to survive and ensure the survival of each other. And almost every time they spoke, the characteristic banter of siblings was unmistakable.

“Foolish brother! Did this stranger even say he would do it? See the lighthouse, it remains lit,” Deeja snarled at Jaree-Ra.

“He didn’t say he would, not exactly,” Jaree-Ra said to his sister, trying to allay some of her concern. “But we came to an understanding. He gave me a nod.”

“A nod? A nod? You’ll have us waiting all night because a stranger gave a nod?”

“This was no ordinary nod, dearest sister. This was a nod with intent,” Jaree-Ra said, half trying to convince himself that he had received some kind of confirmation from the stranger. “If you had seen this nod… just trust me. The light will go out.”

Deeja crossed her arms and furrowed her brow, inasmuch as Argonians are capable of such expressions, and gave her brother a look of abject incredulity.

“This is ridiculous. You can wait all night on the nod of a stranger, but I’m leaving,” she said.

But at the very moment she began to walk away, the lighthouse suddenly went dark.

“Deeja, look!”

Deeja turned to the lighthouse and saw for herself that the nodding stranger had indeed completed his task.

“By Oblivion!” Deeja exclaimed. “Quick, get to the warehouse and tell the crew to get our boats ready at the hideout. I’ll head to the coast with the rest of the crew in case a ship crashes.”

She started to run to gather her bandit crew for the task, but stopped briefly.

“I… sorry for doubting you and your nodding stranger, Jaree-Ra. You were right. I owe you!”

- -

Jaree-Ra spent several hours in and around the warehouse adjacent to the dock, spreading the word among the members of his bandit crew, gathering supplies and readying rowboats for the salvage operation. Once the bandits were on their way, he walked back out onto the dock. He squinted his eyes, looking far out into the harbor for the Icerunner, which was scheduled to arrive in the harbor any moment. He saw no sign on it. A good thing! Perhaps it had already crashed on the shore and Deeja had already taken care of the crew. This was the best idea she’d ever had, Jaree-Ra thought.

He was about to leave for the hideout with his crew when he saw the stranger in mage’s robes approaching him. That’s right, he remembered, he had told him to meet here after the deed was done. He had planned on never seeing the stranger again, but now that he was here Jaree-Ra needed a way to get rid of him.

“Looks like you had no trouble,” Jaree-Ra said to the stranger.

“I put out the lighthouse fire,” the stranger replied bluntly.

What a fool, Jaree-Ra thought. Skyrim will be better off without this dullard. This is no land for the weak.

“Yes, the effects have already been felt. The Icerunner has failed to dock on time. Without the lighthouse, the Icerunner will have swung wide of the western shoal and run aground on the eastern coast.” 

Jaree-Ra paused a moment to consider his next move, deciding after a brief deliberation to send this dolt to his death. After all, the stranger was now a witness to a crime. Tying up the loose end would only be practical.

It wouldn’t be too difficult… Deeja and her crew were already prepared for a fight on the shore. They could easily kill the stranger as easily as they’d kill the surviving crew of the Icerunner. Besides, Deeja said she owed him for finding this naive, gullible idiot – she could repay him by disposing of him.

“My sister Deeja will be at the wreck with our Blackblood Marauders. She knows to expect you,” Jaree-Ra said, “and she has your reward.”

Seemingly satisfied, the stranger nodded once more at the Argonian and left without speaking another word. What a strange, pathetic man, Jaree-Ra thought as he watched him walk away. He was confident that was the last he’d see of the Breton.

- -

The Blackblood Marauders made quick work of the wreck of the Icerunner. The surviving sailors had been easily subdued, initially thinking they were being rescued before they were slaughtered. The holds of the ship had been emptied and loaded into rowboats in under an hour.

Deeja was making a last sweep of the ship with a handful of bandits, searching for overlooked valuables or personal items, when she heard someone walk into the room she was searching. She was startled when she turned around, for it wasn’t one of her bandits that was before her but a stranger, a Breton in mage’s robes.

She realized immediately who this stranger must be and why he was here. Yes, she thought, he must have come to Jaree-Ra expecting his reward, and Jaree-Ra must have sent him here to become her problem – typical of her brother, she thought.

But why had the bandits let him wander, unescorted, deep into the hold of the ship? What hadn’t they killed him already? No matter, she thought. He isn’t even carrying a weapon, and she had more than enough experience to defeat even well-trained fighters, so this shouldn’t be any trouble.

“My brother told me you were coming,” she lied. “I’m supposed to give you what you’ve earned.”

“So we’re splitting the loot, then?”

“Ha! I’m afraid the loot’s already been moved. You’ve been useful to the Blackbloods, though. You’ve earned a quick death.”

With that, Deeja unsheathed her iron dagger.

“Never should have come here!” she yelled as she lunged at the stranger.

As she lunged, the stranger took a step back and dodged her strike. His hand began to glow with a strange, ethereal green light before he directed that burst of light at Deeja. As it hit her, every muscle in Deeja’s body was immediately paralyzed. Her momentum carried her forward and she found herself on the ground, mind racing but unable to move. Another green ball of light hit her and she felt her muscle tighten again.

This was it, she thought. This nodding stranger, this would-be fall-guy was, apparently, a master wizard in the school of alteration. What a strange twist of fate. After all the adventure, danger, murder and plunder she’d experienced in her life as a bandit… to die like this? What a strange way for her story to end.

She was expecting a knife to the throat, or maybe even being burned or shocked to death by a destruction spell from the wizard, all while still being totally paralyzed. Instead, the stranger brought a small phial to her lips and emptied the contents into her mouth.

- -

The last thing Jaree-Ra remembered was his shock and dismay at seeing the stranger walk casually into the deepest recess of the Blackblood Marauders’ hideout. He watched helplessly as magic flew from the stranger’s fingers, bolts of electricity and fiery plumes striking down the bandits around him. He tried to run, but a ball of green light struck him in the back as he fled, paralyzing him and sending him crashing to the ground. Seconds later, the stranger poured a potion down his throat and his world faded to black.

- - - - - - -

“Wake up. Wake up, Jaree-Ra! Wake up!”

Jaree-Ra slowly opened his eyes, blinking repeatedly as the room around him came into focus. He was laying on his side in a patch of straw on a cold stone floor, a stone wall inches from his face. Someone was shaking him from behind, trying to awaken him.

“Jaree-Ra! Wake up!”

“What… where am I?”

Jaree-Ra rolled over to his other side, still trying to get his bearings after just waking up. As his eyes focused, he realized the figure kneeling beside him trying to awaken him was another Argonian. A female Argonian, by the looks of it –  when his eyes finally adjusted he saw her exposed vagina inches from his snout. Tilting his head up, he took in her well-toned torso and ample breasts. Was he in heaven?

His eyes trailed further up to her face. Her green-scaled face. Her six small horns.

“Dee… Deeja?”

“By the Hist, you’re awake! I thought you were dead!”

Deeja bent down and embraced her brother in a hug, so overjoyed that he was alive that she didn’t realize her exposed breasts and nipples were on his bare chest.

“Deeja I… why are you naked,” Jaree-Ra said over his sister’s shoulder as she hugged him, taking in her exposed back and ass that was partially obscured by her tail, at which point he also realized that he, too, was nude. “Why are we both naked?”

Deeja, realizing the situation, jumped up off of her brother and to her feet, left arm darting to cover her exposed breasts and right hand shooting down to between her legs in an effort to cover her Argonian pussy.

“I don’t know! I don’t know where we are, or why we’re here, or anything! You were laying there when I woke up. That was just a few minutes ago. I think we’re in some kind of a prison cell.”

Jaree-Ra leaned up and got to his feet. Surveying the room he now found himself in, Deeja’s assessment seemed accurate: four stone walls interspersed with wooden support beams, stone floor and ceiling, a single iron door. Water flowed into a narrow channel on one wall through a grate, following the wall for several feet before flowing out a similar hole in the wall… this was a water source as well as a latrine. Several torches on the walls dimly lit the interior of the cell. And in the corner Jaree-Ra now found himself standing in, a pile of straw and a single deer pelt served, presumably, as a crude sleeping location.

“Jaree-Ra, please!” his sister said to him suddenly. “I can see your… cover yourself!”

Jaree-Ra’s hand went between his legs to cover his genital slit. He looked at his sister, both arms still employed in covering her nether regions. After just a few seconds he had to acknowledge the ridiculousness of their actions.

“Deeja this… this isn’t going to work. We don’t know how long we’re going to be here. Unless whoever has us in here wants to give us some clothes, we might be naked for a while.”

Deeja looked down at the stone floor, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. She knew her brother was right but didn’t want to admit it.

Jaree-Ra slowly removed his hand from between his legs, exposing his male Argonian slit, before continuing.

“We’ve seen each other naked before anyway. Plenty of times. It’s really not a big deal if we don’t make it one.”

“We were hatchlings!” Deeja said as she took in her brother’s naked form. “Your body has changed a lot since then. So has mine. It’s not the same.”

“No, you’re right, it’s not,” Jaree-Ra replied, “but unless you know of a secret way out or can make clothes out of straw, this is our situation. Let’s just… try not to think about it, okay?”

Slowly, Deeja let her hands fall to her sides, exposing her nude body to her brother.

“There. Happy?” Deeja said as she raised her arms in a shrug.

“See, no big deal. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Jaree-Ra replied playfully.

Jaree-Ra couldn’t help himself from running his eyes up and down his naked sister. Given that there were so few Argonian females in Skyrim and that his opportunities to have sex with one were so rare, he couldn’t say why he’d never thought of his sister in a sexual way before. She was always just Deeja to him, his constant companion, partner in crime and best friend. But now, seeing her standing nude before him – toned body, perky breasts, tight pussy – he couldn’t deny that she was without doubt the most gorgeous Argonian he’d ever seen in his life.

“No, I guess it wasn’t,” Deeja said with a grin, putting one hand on her hip. “But it looks like it might have been a little harder on you...”

Jaree-Ra’s hands quickly darted back to between his legs as he realized, to his horror, that the pink, tapered tip of his penis had begun to protrude from his slit and was growing rapidly. He’d become aroused from seeing his naked sister – and she knew it.

He turned away from Deeja, his penis slithering out of his slit and growing in his hands.

“Deeja, it’s not… I’m… Deeja please, I can’t help it, I’m so sorry!”

But instead of being horrified, or even angry, Deeja had burst into laughter at seeing her brother in such a panicked state.

Standing with his back turned to his sister and his now fully unsheathed, erect lizard cock in his hand, his panic changed into confusion. Hadn’t she just been the nervous one, the one covering her privates out of embarrassment or dignity? What was going on?

In truth, while Jaree-Ra had been eyeing his sister’s naked body, she had been doing the same to his. She dealt with the same paucity of Argonian males to spend nights with in Skyrim, and seeing her brother standing naked before her made her realize, for the first time, that he was as perfect a specimen of male Argonian as she’d ever seen. When she saw his penis-tip begin to emerge from his slit, she’d forgotten for a moment that he was her brother, her own flesh and blood. At that moment, for the briefest time, all she saw was a viable mate.

- -

Eventually the moment passed; Jaree-Ra’s erection receded back into his slit, Deeja composed herself, and they were left with the reality that they were trapped inside a stone cell, location unknown.

They’d spent some time examining every inch of the cell looking for some way out. But each stone was solid, the water inlet and outlet were only inches wide. Jaree-Ra had tried to ram open the sturdy iron door but succeeded only in bruising his arm.

Eventually they gave up, satisfied that there truly was no way out of their prison cell. They sat a few feet apart, backs to the same wall, their tails trailing along it so that they rested against each other. 

They spent several hours recounting the details of the circumstances that led them to their present situation. The lighthouse, the wreck of the Icerunner, and most importantly the stranger. They learned they were both captured in the same way, paralyzed and drugged by the stranger who had extinguished the lighthouse flame and set the whole chain of events in motion. What did it all mean? They struggled to find an explanation.

Eventually the conversation lulled. The faint crackling of the torches – seemingly everlasting, showing no signs of dimming or depleting their fuel – was the only sound.

“Where do you think we are?” Deeja finally said, breaking the silence.

“Not in Solitude. Not in the Solitude prison, anyway. I’ve spent enough time there to know,” Jaree-Ra replied. “Not in Whiterun prison either. Or Morthal. Same reason.”

Jaree-Ra paused for a moment before continuing.

“I’m not even sure we’re being held by any of the Jarls. I’ve never been in a cell like this, never seen a door like that. Where are the guards,” Jaree-Ra said pausing for just a moment as his stomach rumbled. “And where is the food? Who knows how long we were out, and I haven’t eaten anything since that night.”

“I was starting to get worried about that too,” Deeja said meekly. “I’m absolutely starving.”

As if on cue, a small slot quickly slid open at the base of the metal door. Just as quickly a tray of food slid into the room, the slot immediately shutting close behind it.

When the Argonian siblings rose to inspect it, Jaree-Ra was expecting something similar to the barely edible sludge he’d been fed in the various other prisons he’d spent time in. Instead they were presented with a meal that was not only passable, it was opulent by any standard. There were two courses of perfectly cooked fish, the staple of Argonian cuisine. One course was Jaree-Ra’s favorite, salmon steak, and the other was Deeja’s favorite, seared slaughterfish. There were also sweetrolls and bread with butter, various cheeses, assorted fruits, bowls of pudding and boiled creme treats. And to top it off, the absolute pièce de résistance, two empty silver goblets next a full bottle of Argonian bloodwine.

“Dibs on the slaughterfish!” Deeja squeeled gleefully.

While Deeja dug into the slaughterfish, Jaree-Ra hesitated. What is this place? This was far more food than they could eat, no matter how hungry they were, and it was all perfectly cooked, seasoned and plated. Argonian bloodwine was a true luxury item, a single bottle worth a small fortune for bandits like them, a hundred gold or more. Who would serve this to prisoners? What was the meaning of this? Any of this?

“Jaree-Ra, do you eat with your eyes? Sit down with me, we have a feast here!”

- -

The nude Argonian siblings lay next to each other in the straw in the corner of their prison cell, bellies full and recovering from the enormous meal they’d just consumed.

“I don’t think I’ve ever eaten that much,” Deeja said as she stretched out. “And it was all so good.”

“That’s what I don’t understand, none of it makes sense,” Jaree-Ra replied.

“It means whoever has us here doesn’t want us dead. That’s good enough for me,” Deeja said. “We didn’t even touch the bloodwine either. Shall we?”

“Mmm, that does sound good.”

Deeja rolled off the straw pile and onto her stomach, bringing one knee up and then the other before pushing her body off the ground and rising to her feet. This fluid motion afforded Jaree-Ra with a brief but unobstructed view of his sister’s backside. He couldn’t turn away as her green-scaled tail had raised, revealing a perfect view of her pussy lips and tailhole. By Dibella, what is wrong with me, he thought. She’s my sister! And yet he couldn’t turn away as she walked towards the bottles on the tray, hips swaying and tail bobbing seductively. Was she doing this on purpose? No way, he thought. It’s just me and my sick mind.

“Look what I found underneath the bottle,” Deeja said as she returned with two glasses and sat in the straw next to Jaree-Ra.

It was a small note, folded in two and sealed with wax. She opened it and read it aloud.

“It says, ‘Within this cell, I see everything. I hear everything. I know everything. I will be watching. Follow my instructions and you will be released. No harm will come to you. Signed: The Nodding Stranger.’”

“Gods damn him, I knew it,” Jaree-Ra said. “First he captures us, now he toys with us like we’re his puppets?”

“Yes, that has to be the creepiest note I’ve ever read... and Skyrim is filled with notes” said Deeja, filling one one the goblets with the rare and valuable wine. “But maybe it won’t be so bad. What can he make us do that would be so terrible in this cell?”

She filled the other silver goblet and handed one to Jaree-Ra, keeping one for herself.

“Let’s make a pledge. Whatever his instructions are, we should follow them. If he does not release us then we will know he is a liar, but perhaps this wizard is a man of his word. If he lies, we will make a new plan, but let’s first plan on doing what he says. Agreed?”

“Deeja... I’m not sure that’s the best idea. He could try to make us do a great many horrible things...” Jaree-Ra hesitated before continuing. “Horrible things to each other. I’d never hurt you. I’d kill myself first.”

“Well, if he tells us to do something like that we won’t do it, of course. We’ll make a new plan. But if it’s something reasonable, something doable… can you pledge to that?”

“I don’t like it, but I can. If it’s reasonable. That doesn’t sound like much of a pledge, but it’s one I can make,” Jaree-Ra said.

“Good then, it’s settled! And more importantly, it’s something we can drink to. Cheers!”

“Cheers, Deeja.”

- -

Over the next few hours, Deeja and Jaree-Ra finished the entire bottle of wine, the best either of them had ever had. They’d chatted about a huge variety of topics, initially their current predicament but, as they got drunker, their conversation branched out. They’d talked about their childhood and journey from Black Marsh to Skyrim. They’d talked about their lives as bandits, their greatest scores and worst defeats. With their inhibitions dulled from the bloodwine, they’d even opened up to each other, spending time talking about their sex lives – or lack thereof.

Eventually, long after the last drop had been drained from their goblets and their yawning had become more frequent, it was time for sleep. Jaree-Ra decided that since there was only one pelt in the cell, Deeja should use it as a blanket and sleep on the straw. He would content himself to trying to sleep on the cold stone floor. Deeja tried to convince him to at least share a space next to her in the straw, but Jaree-Ra refused.

“Goodnight then, Jaree-Ra,” she said to him as she pulled the deer pelt over her body.

“Goodnight Deeja,” he replied.

Instantly, as if on command, all the torches in the room were extinguished, leaving the siblings in total darkness.

“Gods damn him...” Jaree-Ra said into the void.

“Just try to get some sleep,” Deeja replied. “Good night.”

- -

Over the next half hour or so, Deeja heard her brother shuffling on the floor, trying to find a comfortable position. She had also become increasingly aware that it had gotten much, much colder within their cell, unnaturally so for the short amount of time that had passed. The straw below her was enough to insulate her from the coldness of the floor, and the fur she was using as a blanket was enough to keep the chill out, but even with these she was feeling increasingly uncomfortable.

The cold wasn’t just an annoyance or even a concern like it would be for men, elves or Khajiit. For Argonians, who are cold-blooded creatures, cold can be an absolute killer. This was part of the reason there were so few Argonians in Skyrim in the first place.

When Jaree-Ra began to audibly shiver, it was time to say something.

“It’s gotten so cold in here Jaree-Ra. Get off that stone floor, come join me under this fur and warm up.”

“I’m-m f-f-f-fine...” Jaree-Ra chattered in reply.

“You’re not. You’re freezing. Don’t be ridiculous. This isn’t safe.”

“B-b-but what about-t-t… you’re st-t-t-till...”

“Naked? I know. But you were right earlier. We don’t know how long we’re going to be here, but as long as we are, it doesn’t look like we’ll have even torn rags to wear. Like you said, just try not to think about it.”

“O-k-kay, if it’s ok-k-k-k-kay with y-y-you,” Jaree-Ra said as he got up and crawled the short distance to the straw pile.

Deeja lifted the deer pelt, allowing her brother to crawl underneath. It was barely large enough for one of them, so for it to cover them both, they’d have to remain very close together.

“So c-c-c-cold...” Jaree-Ra said as he crawled underneath the pelt.

“Shh, it’s okay. Come on, get up next to me, use my body heat.”

Deeja draped the pelt over her brother after he crawled beside her. She wiggled up against him, pressing her breasts to his muscled chest, her toned stomach to has abs, placing her head next to his. She wedged one of her legs between his and twisted her reptilian tail together with his in a kind of double helix.

Jaree-Ra’s scaled skin was ice cold everywhere they touched, but Deeja knew that maximizing body contact was the quickest and best way to warm him.

“Wrap your arms around me,” she said.

“Ok-k-k-kay...”

Deeja wrapped her own arms around Jaree-Ra’s back. Her body now totally entwined with her brother’s, she began rubbing his back to warm him.

“There we go… there we go… warm in no time… there we go...”

After a few minutes, Jaree-Ra stopped shivering. Deeja felt his scaly skin warming up and she continued to rub his back, slower than when she first started. When about twenty minutes had passed, she stopped rubbing his back and whispered to him.

“Feeling better? You’ve warmed up some anyway.”

She received no response, feeling only the slow, steady rise and fall of Jaree-Ra’s chest against her breasts.

“Are you asleep already?”

Again, no response.

One of the peculiarities of Argonians’ cold-blooded physiology was that, if their bodies got too cold, their metabolism could slow to the point that it was possible for them to enter a kind of pseudo-hibernation once they fell asleep. It would usually only last a few hours, but if they entered this state it was almost impossible to awaken them. Jaree-Ra was in such a state.

Deeja began idly rubbing his back again. How could he fall asleep so quickly? And how was she going to fall asleep like this? Maybe it was easy, somehow, for her oaf of a brother, but Deeja couldn’t see how she’d be able to fall asleep coiled so tightly with another Argonian as she currently was.

For some reason, it hadn’t hit Deeja before that exact moment. All at once, she realized her nude body was entwined with a male Argonian, just as naked as she was. Her nipples were pressed tightly against his chest, her pussy firmly in contact with his leg, which her legs straddled – and his genital slit was resting on her hip.

In her mind she still knew that this was her brother, that the thoughts now flowing through it were wrong, taboo, totally obscene. The rational part of her brain screamed at whatever sense of decency or traditional morality she might have to stop these thoughts in their tracks before they led somewhere further, somewhere dangerous. But Deeja was a bandit. An outlaw. She’d deceived people for coin, taken advantage of people, robbed people. She’d killed people. Many, in fact. Whatever decency or morality she had was easy to ignore.

Deeja continued rubbing Jaree-Ra’s back, but she was no longer worried about warming him. Now, she was feeling him.

Jaree-Ra’s back was fantastically muscular. Deeja’s hand traveled up Jaree-Ra’s back to his shoulders and neck, which were equally built. He was, in fact, the most toned and muscular Argonian that Deeja had ever laid with. She ran her hand down from his shoulder to his arm, feeling his strong, sinewy arms that were still wrapped around her.

“Mmmmm...” Deeja cooed as she brought her hand back to Jaree-Ra’s shoulder.

Almost imperceptibly, Deeja had begun slowly rocking her hips against the leg that she was straddling. Her focus was still on her hand exploring her brother’s muscled frame, but she was unconsciously grinding her pussy against Jaree-Ra’s leg.

Deeja’s hand traveled back down her brother’s back and continued further down his body. She ran her hand down the ridge of scales on his spine, traveling down to the small of his back and onto the base of his tail. She flipped her hand and cupped it on the softer underside of his tail, running it up and down a dozen or so times as if she were giving a handjob to an enormous scaly cock.

“Hnnnnhh...” she sighed a she bit her lip, hand traveling off Jaree-Ra’s tail base and onto his ass. By this time she was consciously grinding her pussy against her brother’s leg in a slow, deliberate motion.

She grabbed a handful of Jaree-Ra’s meaty ass. By the Nine’s, what a specimen of masculinity her brother was. After a few more squeezes, she slid her fingers between Jaree-Ra’s ass cheeks and across his tailhole before wrapping her hand underneath his legs to go for the prize she was after – his genital slit.

She probed it first with one finger, sliding it across and between that narrow channel. She’d never actually felt an Argonian male’s slit before; during every encounter she’d had with a male, the penis nestled deep within had been fully erect, making the slit itself an afterthought. But for the male, the form she now felt with her finger would be the form they were most familiar with in their day to day life. It really did surprise her how similar it felt to her own sex, yet somehow it was still deeply arousing.

It was not, however, nearly as arousing as a hard, throbbing lizard cock. How could she coax it out? Was it even possible in the state Jaree-Ra was in? Clearly rubbing it, as strangely erotic as it was for her, was not having the desired effect. She tried the same motion and technique she typically used to pleasure herself, but despite their similar outward appearance, the respective anatomies of their two slits were much too different for that to have any effect on a male Argonian.

Should she try to press down on the lips of his slit to force out his penis tip and work from there? Or maybe she should insert one of her fingers entirely to try to pleasure his penis from inside?

No, she thought. This really was uncharted territory for her. What if she ended up hurting him with her clumsy attempts? Even if she didn’t, there was a very real risk that either of these options would wake Jaree-Ra, and then what would she say?

“Hmmph!” she snorted, feeling frustrated and defeated.

She pulled her hand from underneath Jaree-Ra, around his hip and in front of her own stomach. She was going to get off, one way or another. She pulled her hips away from her brother’s leg slightly, intending to place her own hand in the gap. She couldn’t see it because of the pitch blackness of the room but she could feel that her pussy was soaking wet.

But instead of going directly between her legs, he hand lingered on her brother’s muscular torso. She felt the ridges of his abs, tracing them up to the firm mass of his pectoral muscles. Again the thought struck her: how could I have ignored such a perfect body for so long? As she ran her hands once again up to his shoulders, she lowered her hips once more onto Jaree-Ra’s leg.

That’s when she felt it.

Deeja must have shifted a bit, because when she brought her hips down this time her sex was, apparently, resting on a different place on Jaree-Ra’s leg than it had been previously. This time it lined up perfectly with a slight ridge of protruding scales, a series of bumpy ridges extending only a half an inch in height above the base layer of scales, but that aligned perfectly with her own slit. As she started to grind on this ridge of scales, her pussy lips parting ever so slightly with each pass and the scales rubbing perfectly on her clitoral hood, she knew. This would work.

Deeja began rocking her hips again, pressing firmly against her brother’s leg, sliding her pussy over his scales. She moved her hand once again to Jaree-Ra’s back, the place she’d started her little exploration, but this time she pulled his body tight to hers instead of rubbing.

Deeja worked her sex against Jaree-Ra’s scales, speeding up and varying her motion, trying to bring herself closer to climax. She turned her head downward towards her brother’s muscular shoulder and brought her mouth to it. Without thinking, she extended her long reptilian tongue and lustfully licked her unconscious brother from his shoulder and up his neck.

She pulled her brother to her as tight as she could, bodies still entwined, tails still looped around each other. Deeja sped up her slow, rocking, grinding motion to a more forceful bucking. She raked the ridge of scales between the lips of her sex and over her button.

Though the prison cell was still pitch dark, she closed her eyes and imagined she was bouncing on her brother’s cock instead of heaving against his leg. As she did, she began to softly speak filth while closely clutching her sibling.

“Mmmm… mmm yes, fuck me… fuck me Jaree-Ra...”

Faster and harder she grated her pussy against her brother’s scaly ridge, pretending it was the cock she’d seen emerge from his slit earlier that day. She was getting close.

“Mmm-hmm…. Yeah, fuck your sister, fuck your sister’s pussy. Fuck it good… just like that…” Deeja whispered next to her brother’s head as she felt a swelling in her loins, orgasm imminent. “Ahh, hahh, ahhh! Yes, cum in me, cum in my pussy! Hah, I’m cumming, cumming, ahhh!”

Deeja’s body trembled and quaked in the throes of orgasm, soaked pussy quivering against Jaree-Ra’s leg. She loosened her tight grip on Jaree-Ra’s still unconscious body and for several minutes simply let the waves of post-orgasmic afterglow wash over and through her.

When the afterglow finally subsided, Deeja was left with an obvious question: what in Oblivion is wrong with me? But the answer to the question was just as obvious, at least to Deeja.

She’d realized it earlier in the day, when she’d first seen her brother naked, his manhood emerging from his slit. Normally she’d have turned away. Jaree-Ra was her brother, after all. There was only one reason she wouldn’t have turned away instead of staring eagerly, only one reason she would have seductively teased him when she got the tray of food, and she knew perfectly well what it was.

She was in heat.

As one of the beast-races of Tamriel, Argonians shared many attributes in common with their animal brethren. One of these was female heat cycles. They were less frequent than the monthly human and elf fertile periods, but when they did occur they were the stuff of legends, afflicting the Argonian with a nearly insatiable lust. If a suitable Argonian male couldn’t be found, that universal and enormous Tamrielic taboo of mating with other races wasn’t off limits. If that wasn’t on offer, other feral species weren’t off limits. An extremely attractive male Argonian, trapped in a prison cell with an Argonian female in heat? Yeah, he was getting fucked. Sibling status meant nothing.

Deeja sighed with this realization, still entwined tightly with her sleeping brother. As bad as it was today, she knew that tomorrow her lust would be nearly uncontrollable.

This was going to be trouble.

- -

Jaree-Ra woke up from the most amazing dream into a chill, feeling as if something warm and comfortable had been stolen from him. The deer pelt he’d been using as a blanket was only covering his lower half.

He opened his eyes to the dimly lit room. Only one of the many torches within was lit, the one on the far corner of the room near where the narrow channel of water flowed through the cell. As his eyes came into focus, he saw that Deeja was crouched in the corner over the channel of flowing water. He didn’t turn away or close his eyes as she lifted her tail, bringing her pussy and tailhole into full, vivid view. He stared intently as she began to pee, the golden liquid flowing from between her legs into the stream of water she was straddling, and watched as the flow continued for more than ten seconds before it slowed to a trickle and stopped.

Deeja stood and began to walk back towards the straw pile where Jaree-Ra lay. As she did, Jaree-Ra panicked and quickly shut his eyes again. Why did he watch her do that? What if she saw him watching, what would she think? His corner of the room was still in darkness, so it was extremely unlikely she had seen his eyes open for the brief moment she was turned towards him, but what if she had?

Jaree-Ra kept his eyes closed and pretended to be asleep as his sister crawled back onto the straw pile and under the deer pelt with him. Rather that facing him, Deeja turned her back to Jaree-Ra, draping her tail over his body and wiggling backwards. Jaree-Ra strained to keep up his ruse when she firmly pressed her bare ass against his lap. By Sithis, he thought, her pussy must almost be touching my slit.

She leaned her back against Jaree-Ra’s chest. She lifted his arm and placed it in front of her, wrapping it around her bare stomach.

“Goodnight, Jaree-Ra, my sweet, sexy brother,” Deeja whispered.

Did he hear that right? Sexy? What?

All was quiet again in the cell. Jaree-Ra tried to go back to sleep, but he couldn’t stop going over the day’s events in his head. None of it made any sense to him.

Eventually his mind quieted and, warm and comfortable with his naked sister pressed firmly to him, he fell asleep again.

- - - - - - -

Inside the cell it was impossible to tell what time of day it was, but the apparently magical torches on the walls seemed to keep track well enough. They started to glow at some point in the night, slowly growing brighter and brighter. 

When Jaree-Ra left the warmth of the deer pelt and his sister’s embrace, he assumed it must be morning. To his surprise, the room was no longer cold, or even cool, but had warmed to a rather warm and pleasant temperature.

He relieved himself in the latrine in the corner of the room that he’d spied his sister using the night before. As he did so he saw that there was a fresh tray of breakfast food by the iron door, again piled with more delicacies in such quantity that it would be impossible to eat it all. He wasn’t even hungry after their feast the previous night, but he investigated it anyway. He also mentally made note of the fact that all the dishes, goblets and silverware they’d left strewn near the straw pile last night were now inexplicably gone. The stranger’s magic was unlike anything Jaree-Ra had ever heard of.

Looking down on the tray, he noticed that there was another note tucked underneath a plate of pastries. He picked it up and began to read...

- -

Deeja woke up some time after her brother, having gotten much less sleep. She peered out sleepily from under the warmth of the deer pelt. Her brother was sitting against the iron door. At his feet was a tray of food, and in his left hand was a paper. He was just staring across the room, shaking his head slowly from side to side, reptilian jaw slightly agape.

“The instructions!”

Deeja shot out from under the deer pelt and darted over to where Jaree-Ra was sitting.

“What’s it say? What do we have to do to get out of here?”

“Wait, Deeja!” Jaree-Ra said, scrambling his clawed feet on the floor and pushing against the door in a panic. “It’s not… just wait!”

“What, why? What’s it say? Give it!”

“Deeja please, wait! We can’t do it! We’ll have to think of something else!”

Deeja grabbed for the note but missed. She lunged for it again, but Jaree-Ra whipped it behind his back.

“Stupid brother! Stop playing games, what does it say?!”

“Deeja please, I’m not playing a game! Just wait a second, listen to me. Before you read it… we can’t do this.”

“You made a pledge!”

“If it was reasonable. It’s not!”

“Give me the note.”

“Deeja...”

“Give it!”

Jaree-Ra sheepishly produced the note from behind his back, staring at the floor. Deeja quickly snapped it from his hand and began to read:

Good morning Argonians! I hope you slept well. I saw one of you did, while the other was a bit more... restless. But it was a good kind of restlessness, quite fun to watch!

You tried to set me up and kill me on the wreck of the Icerunner. I could have easily killed you both, but I spared you. Even now, if the Solitude guards knew what you did, you’d be executed. But I have a different punishment. It might even be fun if you let it be.

Your lives as bandits have been rife with crime against men, so I’m sure you won’t have any aversion to committing a crime against nature, as brother and sister, to earn your freedom? To be blunt, I will release you if and when you commit an act of incest.

You can refuse, of course. You can languish in this cell for years if you wish. Or you can leave tomorrow. It’s your choice. If you want to be freed, you only have to breed.

~ The Stranger

Deeja slowly lowered the note. She was totally unsure how to process these “instructions,” or what her reaction to her brother should be. On the one hand, she knew the enormity of the taboo, the sick nature of the request and what its implications were. Every part of her rational brain told her that she should be repulsed by the Stranger’s demand.

But on the other… her heat. She needed this. Badly. Her experience the night before had been raw, primal – and all she’d done was dry-hump Jaree-Ra’s leg. Imagine the heights of pleasure that would be hers if he fucked her? If he bred her? She was sure that was the only thing that could extinguish the lustful fire she felt deep in her loins.

“What do you think?” she eventually said to Jaree-Ra.

His response was a look of incredulity mixed with disgust.

“What do I think? Are you serious? Did you read the note?”

“I read it,” Deeja replied coyly. “Just wanted to know what you think.”

“I think it’s sick,” Jaree-Ra said as he returned his gaze to the ground.

Even as he said it, he felt he was lying. He thought of how he stared mindlessly at his sister’s backside as she urinated last night, how the sight of her yesterday morning gave him an instant erection. How he felt just now when he looked up at her reading the note, pussy and breasts in full view.

“Don’t you?”

“Sick? Yeah, it really is,” Deeja said as she bent to place the note back on the tray, deliberate motions to make sure he got a good view of what she had on offer. She then leaned back and sat next to Jaree-Ra, intentionally close enough so that their hips were touching. She paused for a moment before continuing her thought.

“But we’ve done some pretty sick things just to survive in the past, you know? That’s who we are. Sick lizards.”

Deeja sighed before continuing.

“Just last month, remember that Colovian trader traveling to Whiterun who we robbed?”

“We didn’t just rob him, Deeja.”

“Exactly, that’s my point. What you did to him, Jaree-Ra...” she paused and turned to look directly at him. “That was a whole lot worse than fucking your sister.”

Jaree-Ra looked up from the floor at his sister. He looked into her yellow reptilian eyes, thin vertical slits for pupils. They were close enough that their snouts nearly touched. He felt her warm breath as she spoke.

“And what I did to those sailors on the Icerunner… that was a whole lot worse than fucking my brother,” she said as she slid her hand onto Jaree-Ra’s thigh. “And not nearly as fun.”

Several seconds passed, the Argonian siblings’ gazes locked, when Deeja closed her eyes and leaned in to kiss her brother. She was half expecting him to recoil in disgust, given his previous protestations, but he instead closed his own eyes and met her tongue with his own.

Given their lizard-like facial anatomy, the act of kissing for Argonians differed somewhat than for human, elf, and even Khajiits. Argonian’s had much larger mouths than other races, hardly any lips to speak of and two full rows of dagger-like, razor-sharp teeth. For their race, kissing was an art not of the lips but purely of the tongue.

Argonian tongues were huge by the standard of other races in Tamriel, matching the size of their reptilian snouts and mouths. Both long and broad, they were used by some sub-races of Argonians to catch insects in flight, by others to probe the shells of shellfish and adeptly scoop out meat. Jaree-Ra and Deeja were common Argonians and had no such special additional use for their tongues, but they were long, large and muscular all the same.

Their tongues danced in each others’ mouths, sometimes twisting together, sometimes probing the interior oral cavity. They’d wind around the corners and edges of one mouth, then the other, only to return to twist and slide against each other. Their tongues almost acted on their own, as if they were seeking to feel, to know every part of their opposite.

While their tongues were exploring each others’ mouths, their hands had likewise begun to explore each others’ bodies. Deeja’s left hand grasped the back of Jaree-Ra’s feathered head firmly, pulling him into her, while her right hand traced the shapes of her brother’s well-muscled torso. Jaree-Ra’s hand had first made its way onto his sister’s thigh before wandering north, feeling her lean stomach before grasping her shapely breast. He brought both hands up and fondled them, alternating between squeezing them and rubbing her nipples with his thumb.

Eventually Jaree-Ra broke their kiss and leaned down to Deeja’s chest. He coiled his tongue around his sister’s breast before lapping at her nipples, his hands continuing to grope.

Deeja’s hand, meanwhile, had begun traveling down Jaree-Ra’s stomach. Further downward it traveled with a goal in mind, that genital slit she’d eagerly but fruitlessly explored the night before.

“Mmmmh...” Deeja sighed when her hand arrived at its destination and felt the tapered tip of her brother’s penis beginning to emerge from the slit.

First she held it between her thumb and forefinger, but as inch after inch of her brother’s maleness began to emerge from within him she was soon able to wrap her hand around it. Before it had swelled to its full measure she was already stroking her scaly hand up and down its slimy length.

She looked down at her brother, still eagerly exploring her breasts and nipples with his tongue, wild eyes lost in lust. She stroked his slick reptilian cock faster, coating it with the precum that was now leaking freely from its tapered tip. As she did, she felt her brother’s hand leave her breast with a quick motion and land directly on her sex. Without an instant of hesitation, Jaree-Ra inserted his middle finger into her already drenched pussy.

“Ahhh...” Deeja moaned as Jaree-Ra began to pump his scaly finger in and out, slowly at first, then faster and firmer, producing a rhythmic slopping noise. He was also now noticeable bucking into Deeja’s hand wrapped around his manhood.

They continued in this way for some minutes, each masturbating the other, before Deeja let go of her brother’s squirming penis and pulled his head away from his eager licking of her breasts. Jaree-Ra looked at her confused as she backed away, but quickly realized what she had in mind as she leaned her head down over his erect penis.

Similar to kissing, oral sex for Argonians had nothing to do with their lips and everything to do with their long, muscular tongues. Deeja lowered her open maw over Jaree-Ra’s waiting erection, snout-tip pressed beneath his navel, chin pressed against Jaree-Ra’s anus in the trough where his tail connected to his body, careful to keep her razor-sharp teeth away from that most sensitive and exposed portion of her brother’s anatomy.

“Ohhh Deeja...” Jaree-Ra moaned as he felt his sister’s tongue coil around and slide over his tapered penis.

Deeja bobbed her head slightly as she worked diligently to pleasure her brother. He had both his hand on her head, fingers in the gaps between her six small horns as he thrusted in time with her tongue strokes. Deeja could taste the faintly salty taste of his precum, now practically pouring from the conical tip of his penis.

“Deeja I’m...”

Oh no you’re not, she thought. Not yet.

Deeja lifted her head off Jaree-Ra’s lap and looked up at him, again a look of confusion on his face and disappointment in not finding the release he was nearing. Without a word and with one fluid motion, she spun around on one knee and raised her tail high into the air. She lifted a leg over Jaree-Ra and brought it back down on the other side of him so that her exposed ass –  pussy and tailhole on full display – was inches from her brother’s snout.

Jaree-Ra needed no explanation. He opened his maw and began licking his sister’s pussy. As he did, Deeja began pushing back into his face, pressing his snout deep into the trough at the base of her tail. Jaree-Ra, nostrils against his sister’s tailhole, inhaled deeply.

Jaree-Ra began to lean back and, his hands no longer being used for support, brought his hands up to the sides of his sister’s ass. He spread her cheeks slightly as he lay down fully on his back. Then, his sister all but sitting on his face, he plunged his thick Argonian tongue into her pussy.

“Ohhh….” Deeja moaned, arching her back as she felt her brother’s tongue invade her sex. She placed her own hands over Jaree-Ra’s on her ass, encouraging him to spread her scaly cheeks further.

“Hnnnff….” she moaned again as Jaree-Ra began rapidly flitting his tongue in her. The menfolk of other races did not hold Argonians in high regard when it came to oral sex, but for their womenfolk the skill of Argonians at pleasuring females with their reptilian tongues was the stuff of sensual taboo and tawdry legend. In this task, Jaree-Ra was an expert.

Deeja began to rock her hips back against her brother’s snout in a fluid, undulating motion. She rode his face for a short while before turning her gaze back down at her brother’s body she was straddling and down to his temporarily neglected erection.

She bent over until Jaree-Ra’s cock was against her cheek, smearing precum against the side of her face. She looped her arms around his thighs and once again opened her maw around her brother’s anguilliform penis, careful to avoid making contact with her teeth. Because she was turned the opposite direction from the last time she’d been in this position, her snout was now snugly in her brother’s trough, pressed firmly against his tailhole. She breathed in his forbidden musk as she coiled her tongue around his penis.

Her pace was faster and technique different than when she’d pleasured her brother minutes before. Now, her goal was not just to tease him, but to bring him to climax. She’d looped her tongue around his shaft several times and was sliding these loops up and down his length, her saliva and his copious precum facilitating the action.

“Mmmmff...” she huffed as Jaree-Ra continued plunging his tongue in and out of her pussy. She was rapidly approaching orgasm. Judging by the way Jaree-Ra was now openly thrusting into her mouth, he was too.

In and out his tongue moved, impossibly fast, pressing all the right buttons deep within her. She felt a wave of pleasure building.

“Annhh!” she moaned – in what way she could with her own tongue coiled around her brother’s penis – as that pleasure exploded into a crescendo of hedonistic bliss. Her body shuddered, orgasmic juices poured from her pussy and coated her brother’s face.

Deeja was still riding the orgasm when Jaree-Ra quickly retracted his tongue from her pussy.

“Deeja I’m, I’m… Ohhhh!”

A jet of cum burst from the tapered tip of Jaree-Ra’s reptilian penis, spraying the roof of his sister’s mouth. She continued to hold his cock in the coils of her tongue as rope after rope of thick, viscous Argonian seed flooded her mouth, some sticking to its interior, some rivulets flowing down her tongue and over her razor-sharp teeth, but most falling out of her open mouth back onto Jaree-Ra.

It was a known throughout the more sultry-minded folk of Tamriel that, amongst all the races of humanoids – man, elf, Khajiit and orc – none remotely approached Argonians when it came to the quantity of cum ejaculated during sex. Perhaps it was an evolutionary remnant, ensuring viability when mating in the water, or perhaps it was just some joke the Gods played on mortals. No one could say.

But regardless of the reason for this fact, Jaree-Ra proved it to be the case as he continued to blast stream after stream of cum into his sister’s mouth, grunting as each one splashed against the interior and oozed out, until finally the pulses weakened in intensity and then ceased.

Deeja uncoiled her tongue from around Jaree-Ra’s cock and lifted her head. She closed her mouth and tasted her brother’s cum in her mouth, then swallowed what volume had remained inside. She lifted her ass and pussy from off Jaree-Ra’s face and stood up, looking down at her brother whose lower half was copiously slathered with his own cum, before speaking.

“So I take it you considered the Stranger’s instructions?”

- -

Jaree-Ra’s mind was conflicted. It had been several hours since the tryst with his sister and he was still trying to process what had happened. What possessed him to lose all self-control? What had come over him that his resolve had been destroyed so quickly? Was it some strange magic that the Stranger was using on him, or had it been completely his own fault?

And why was Deeja so insatiably horny?

In truth, Jaree-Ra didn’t have much of a chance to resist his sister in the state she was in. He couldn’t smell them, but his sister’s heat produced pheromones that powerfully affected the male Argonian brain. These pheromones could all but eliminate higher thought processes in Argonian males and reduce them to nearly feral state with only one goal: to breed. Jaree-Ra could tell himself he’d say no, that he’d push her away, but if a female Argonian in heat wanted a male, that male was just along for the ride. Jaree-Ra would be utterly incapable of resisting his sister’s advances.

He remained seated with his back against the stone wall and looked at her. She’d fallen asleep nearly immediately after their encounter and had been napping on top of the deer pelt since that time. Such a clear conscience…

In the hours that had passed, he’d made up his mind. When Deeja woke up he’d tell her that what they’d done was wrong, a horrible lapse in judgment and willpower on his part. If the Stranger wanted them released, imprisoned for years or dead, he was certainly powerful enough to do whatever he wished. But Jaree-Ra wouldn’t be his puppet.

The slot at the base of the door opened and another tray of food slid into the cell, despite the breakfast tray still being full and untouched. It was again loaded with a huge assortment of exquisite food, and this time included not one but two large bottles of Argonian bloodwine.

The noise of the iron slot opening and closing woke Deeja.

“Ah good, I’m starving!” she said as she rose to her feet.

Jaree-Ra remained silent as she sat next to him and dove into the seared slaughterfish. He became aware of his own hunger and began eating the salmon steak on the adjacent plate, then sampling some of the other delicacies on offer. Finally he broke his silence.

“Deeja, about what we did...”

“Fun, wasn’t it?”

“Wh-what?!” Jaree-Ra replied, dropping the eider cheese wedge he had been munching on.

“Oh come now brother, don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it?”

“Deeja no, it’s not that. It’s… Deeja I shouldn’t even be saying this, it’s...”

Jaree-Ra struggled to find the words to articulate his thoughts.

“It’s incest, Deeja! It’s wrong!”

She tilted her head quizzically.

“You’re hung up on that aren’t you?”

“Hung up on it? Seriously?”

“How many men have you killed, dearest brother? We’ve lived our lives as bandits, and this is where you draw the line? We’ve been over this.”

Deeja picked up one of the silver goblets on the tray before continuing.

“Besides that, it’s the only way we’re going to get out of here. If you don’t want to enjoy it, then don’t enjoy it, but do it as a favor to your dear sister. To get her out,” she said, motioning at the stone walls around them, “and to get her off.”

Jaree-Ra – trying to ignore the second half of that sentence – thought for a moment. He was quickly exhausting his reasons for not giving in fully to his sister’s advances.

“How do we know what we’ve already done isn’t enough for him to let us go? It was an act of incest...”

Deeja, goblet in hand, picked up one of the bottles of wine. As she did, they both saw the note that had been tucked underneath. 

“Well let’s see what he says,” she answered.

Deeja set the bottle down, grabbed the note, broke the wax seal and began reading aloud.

“Good evening Argonians! That was quite an enjoyable show you put on this morning!”

Deeja glanced up from the top of the note and cast a sultry glance at Jaree-Ra, who immediately averted his gaze, before she continued. She glanced back at the note and appeared to read silently to herself for a few seconds before she continued.

“But as much fun as it was, it didn’t meet the specifications of my instructions. I was clear: if you want to be freed, you must breed. You know what that means, don’t you Jaree-Ra? You’re not leaving until your seed is planted in your sister. Signed, The Stranger.”

Deeja folded the note twice and placed it back on the tray, careful to tuck it beneath her own plate.

“I guess that answers your question, Jaree-Ra,” she said.

Jaree-Ra didn’t look up, didn’t move from the position he was in. He was all out of excuses or reasons to say no. The note was explicit in what they had to do, and he could truly see no other way out of the situation they were in other than to comply with the demands. They had already done just about everything up to that this morning, anyway.

“Besides you made a pledge,” Deeja said, pouring two goblets of Argonian bloodwine without waiting for a response.

She handed one to Jaree-Ra who, after some hesitation, accepted it.

“Cheers?”

Another brief moment of trepidation passed as Jaree-Ra looked into the goblet, the deep red hue and delicious aroma of the wine overpowering his senses.

“Cheers.”

- -

The night passed with the Argonian siblings getting drunker and drunker on the most exquisite wine in Tamriel. Deeja sensed her brother’s lingering apprehension, so she dropped the topics of freedom, sex, or breeding altogether. Instead, she steered the conversation towards reliving their past exploits.

“And do you remember what he said when he realized he wasn’t getting his cut of the loot?” Deeja said with a laugh, recounting the time they’d tricked a bard from the Bard’s College in Solitude into stealing and giving them the college headmaster’s own prized golden lyre.

“Hahaha yeah, ‘but you promised me you’d pay my share!’ What a pathetic runt!” Jaree-Ra said, laughing uncontrollably. “And Deeja, by the Nine, I’ll never forget what you said then...”

“A lyre and a liar, surely you can write a song about that, bard!” They both said in unison before keeling over in laughter, laughing uncontrollably in their drunken state for nearly a minute before Deeja composed herself and spoke again.

“Oh Jaree-Ra, we make a great team, you know? We always have.”

She finished her goblet of bloodwine, tipping the base skyward while Jaree-Ra continued laughing. Then, she yawned in a heavy, exaggerated manner.

“What time is it anyway? I feel like I’m going to pass out I’m so tired. Hit me all of a sudden,” she said.

“Must be the wine,” Jaree-Ra replied, his vision hazy from his own drunkenness. “We finished off both bottles, can you believe it? We’ll never get a chance to do that again, once we’re out of here. It’d be several hundred gold if we were footing the bill.”

Deeja yawned noisily again, stretching her arms as she did to make a spectacle of it.

“Very true brother, very true. But who knows? Maybe we’ll get the chance again tomorrow. Or maybe not.”

She didn’t even bother standing up – as drunk as she was, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to if she tried. She instead opted to crawl towards the corner of the cell with the hay pile and deer pelt that served as their makeshift bed. She made sure to wiggle her tail and her ass as she did to give Jaree-Ra the best possible view.

“Well… good night Jaree-Ra!” she said as she crawled under the pelt.

Jaree-Ra sat still for a moment before upturning his own goblet, finishing the last of his bottle of bloodwine.

“I guess I’ll turn in too. Not much else to do in here,” Jaree-Ra said, as much to himself as to his sister.

He yawned deeply – must be contagious, he thought.

“And I’m feeling tired all of a sudden too. Too much wine...”

Jaree-Ra, also distrusting his legs in his drunkenness, crawled towards the hay pile where his sister appeared to already be asleep, her back turned towards him. He crawled underneath the pelt and closed his eyes.

Jaree-Ra was already feeling the onset of sleep when his sister began to shift her position. He thought she was just adjusting to get more comfortable, but she was instead turning all the way around, from one side onto the other, until Jaree-Ra was face to face with his sister.

He didn’t know why, but unlike the previous night the torches had not been completely extinguished – by their dim glow he could see the outlines of his sister’s face. Wordlessly the siblings looked into each others eyes.

Also unlike the previous night, the room was not icy cold but instead a comfortable, almost warm temperature. As a result, a valid pretext Deeja might have had when she wrapped her arm around Jaree-Ra’s back and wedged her leg between his was removed. Any hint of a reasonable pretext was eliminated when her free hand found its way to Jaree-Ra’s genital slit.

In his drunken haze and overpowered by the pheromones of Deeja’s heat, Jaree-Ra put up no resistance as his sister opened her maw and inserted her tongue into his mouth, initiating a kiss in the way only Argonians do. Jaree-Ra closed his eyes and twisted his tongue around Deeja’s in kind. As he grasped the back of Deeja’s head with one hand and began groping her breasts with the other, he was already fully lost in the lust of their incest.

Jaree-Ra’s slick, tapered penis began to emerge from his genital slit and into his sister’s waiting hand. She felt it as it grew, inch after inch sliding between her scaled fingers. As it reached its zenith she began stroking it as she and her brother continued exploring each others mouths with their tongues.

Deeja felt her brother’s hand move from her breasts to her side, then down her back and onto her tail. Jaree-Ra slid his hand onto the relative delicateness of the underside of her tail base, squeezed it, then flipped his hand to caress her ass. He grabbed a handful before sliding his hand further south onto the back of her thigh.

Deeja sped up her strokes. This was it, she thought. Now or never. She’d never get another chance like this, Jaree-Ra drunk, horny with no other alternatives, trapped in a room together. It has to be now. Tomorrow will be too late.

She moved her hand up Jaree-Ra’s torso and onto his shoulder. When she got there, she began applying pressure, pushing to coax him from his side flat onto his back. She pulled her leg from between his and slung it on the side so that she was straddling him. She then put her palms flat on the ground on either side of Jaree-Ra’s feathered head and lifted her hips, aligning her sex with her brother’s erect cock.

Jaree-Ra could faintly see the features of his sister’s face illuminated by the dimly lit torches in the cell. So many adventures, so many hardships, the good and bad and mundane of an entire lifetime shared with that familiar figure that hovered above him. He stared into her eyes, the only sound the barely audible crackle of the torches.

Deeja lowered herself onto her brother, pressing her pussy against the slimy length of Jaree-Ra’s cock. She slid forward, pussy lips enveloping his reptilian shaft until the tapered tip sat poised to enter her folds.

“Deeja, wait!” Jaree-Ra yelled frantically, a last gasp of lucid thought as the reality of what they were about to do hit him.

But it was too late.

“Ohhh!” Jaree-Ra moaned, feeling the warmth and tightness of his sister’s pussy as she slid backwards onto his cock.

“Mmmmm...” Deeja replied in kind.

Maybe it was the intense, overpowering urges that her Argonian heat foisted upon her, or perhaps it was a deep desire to commit the ultimate sexual taboo. Whatever the reason, Deeja had achieved her goal. She was fucking her brother.

She began to slowly rock her hips, moving her hands from the sides of Jaree-Ra’s head to his chest. She once again stared directly into her brother’s eyes.

“Deeja, it’s...”

Whatever Jaree-Ra was trying to say was squelched as Deeja thrust her tongue back into his mouth in an Argonian kiss. She quickened her pace on his lap as well, lifting herself slightly and tossing the deer pelt they had been underneath aside before starting to rhythmically bounce on his cock. It slid in and out of her effortlessly, lubricated both by her own sexual secretions and Jaree-Ra’s now freely flowing precum.

Jaree-Ra closed his eyes, allowing his tongue to probe his sister’s mouth, allowing his tapered, eel-like penis to probe his sister’s pussy. He slid his hands up the thighs that straddled his body, firmly and intently feeling the muscles flexing underneath her scales. As his sister bounced on his lap, his hands wandered up her body, past her ample hips, over her firm midsection.

Deeja’s bouncing had become intense enough that her breasts had begun to bounce in time with her thrusts, the sight of which held Jaree-Ra in thrall for a few moments before he slid his hands up to feel them. He cupped them with his hand and fingers, allowing his thumbs to swirl over her nipples several times, before releasing his hold and sliding his hands back down her body onto her hips. He placed his thumbs on the ridges of her pelvic bone and wrapped his fingers around her sides, giving him the best possible leverage for what his body was now urging him to do.

Jaree-Ra began wantonly humping upwards to meet with his sister’s pistoning downstrokes, his strong arms and hands joining in to help by forcefully slamming her down on his cock with each thrust. The faint crackle of the torches was now drowned out by the unmistakable plop-plop-plop tympani of wet sex.

Jaree-Ra occasionally punctuated the rhythm with pleasured moans. Deeja, for her part, had started whispering filth as soon as her brother penetrated her, but unlike the dry-humping sessions the night before she soon began speaking loud enough for Jaree-Ra to hear.

“Mmmmm yeah…. Fuck me Jaree-Ra, fuck me… Nnnhh, nasty lizard, you like fucking your sister? Hmm? Fucking your sister’s pussy? Mmmmhhh….”

Jaree-Ra heard the steady stream of filthy talk coming from his sister’s mouth without listening. His brain had shifted from the rational to the primal, from civilized to feral as he continued to buck his writhing reptilian penis into his sister’s slippery folds. His actions were past thought now. They were purely instinct – the instinct to claim this beautiful, fertile Argonian as his. The instinct to breed.

That instinct compelled Jaree-Ra to raise his knees and set his clawed feet flat on the ground. With a smooth motion he slid his hands to Deeja’s shoulders and pushed her back as he began to lift himself up. Deeja put up no resistance – though in the state her brother was in, she may not have physically been able to if she wanted.

Nearly instantly she found herself on her back with her brother over her, fiery eyes staring into hers, his mouth half open and his huge Argonian tongue lolling out. He had remained inside her during transition, even continuing to buck while he pinned his sister. Now, firmly on top of Deeja with her legs spread wide apart, he was wildly, nearly frantically pumping in and out of her wet pussy.

He was tightly grasping her wrists and pinning her arms to the ground, as if in a subconscious attempt to prevent an imagined escape. Instead, the show of dominance and strength sent Deeja to a new level of arousal. Her dirty talk had ceased, replaced with moans and hums of pleasure as her brother violently churned her pussy, the mingled lubricating juices from them both leaking out and trailing down her scales.

Deeja felt a pressure growing deep within her, a wave of pleasure that was about to crest. She looked down, past her lewdly bouncing breasts and at the pink, slick male member being pumped in and out of her. She was almost there – right there, Jaree-Ra, ride that line just like that, just a few more seconds.

“I’m...”

That was all Jaree-Ra said, but it was enough for Deeja to know that he too was nearing his own climax. But just as he said it, he started pulling his penis out of his sister. It was the last, desperate surge of resistance from Jaree-Ra’s rational mind to save himself from the unthinkable.

“No! Inside!” Deeja screamed as the tapered tip has almost cleared the lips of her sex.

She wrapped her legs around her brother’s torso, locked her clawed feet around his back and used her strong, muscular legs to pull him back into her. Just as he had her pinned by the arms, she now had him locked by the waist. She pulled him in as deeply as possible until the entire length of his shaft had disappeared into her, the edges of his genital slit touching the lips of her sex. 

“Cum in me! Cum in my pussy!” She cried as she rolled her hips in time with her squeezing thigh muscles, tiny motions meant to coax her brother to release his seed deep inside her.

It was all enough to send Jaree-Ra over the edge.

“Ohhh!”

Jaree-Ra grunted as he reached orgasm, the writhing tip of his reptilian penis erupting with a thick, powerful stream of viscous Argonian cum. He continued to hump into his sister as pulse after pulse of cum flooded her pussy, coating every fold in sticky whiteness and filling her fertile womb.

“Yesssss…..” Deeja hissed as she reached her own orgasm, vaginal walls clamping down on her brother’s penis as it continued spraying semen inside her.

After only a few pulses Jaree-Ra had completely filled his sister’s pussy, but he continued ejaculating into her. With each pulse of fresh cum unloaded into Deeja, an equal amount escaped the flooded hole. It flowed downwards, out of her pussy and over the sensitive space between her sex and her anus. It began to pool in the trough her anus occupied at the base of her tail, soon submerging that orifice.

“Ohh…. Ohh…. Ohhh….” Jaree-Ra moaned as he continued pouring his cum into her, his tailhole twitching with each ejaculatory pulse.

The pond of cum filling Deeja’s tail trough and covering her anus continued to grow until it too began to overflow, sending a waterfall of Argonian cum over one side. The river of cum followed the crease between the base of Deeja’s tail and her leg until it landed on and mixed with the straw beneath. This spectacle continued for some time – cum pouring from Jaree-Ra like a hose into his sister, out of her and into the pool at the base of her tail, then flowing like a spillway over one side and onto the ground.

Jaree-Ra’s ejaculations began to taper off. His spurts became weaker and less voluminous until, finally, they ceased.

He let go of Deeja’s wrists and collapsed onto her, totally drained, entirely spent.

“Mmmmm...” Deeja cooed into her brother’s neck, his feathered head now resting beside hers. She unlocked her ankles and let her legs fall to the ground, then wrapped her newly freed arms around his back.

“Mmmmmmm…”

She rubbed her hand on her brother’s back as she had the previous night, feeling his serpentine penis that was still inside her softening and retracting back into his body. As it receded, the cum it had deposited inside her oozed out and flowed down into the pool still at the base of her tail.

The lustful fire that had burned within her since she went into heat had been extinguished, quenched by the deluge of Argonian cum that now filled her. She savored the feeling of being blissfully sated, the afterglow of being fucked, of being bred. She’d worry about the implications – which were many – later. For this moment everything was right.

She continued to rub Jaree-Ra’s back until she was sure he was asleep. His body laying on top of hers, she felt a peaceful sleep beginning to overtake her as well and succumbed to it.

- -

Deeja awoke at some point in the night, desperately needing to pee. Jaree-Ra must have rolled off her; he was sleeping soundly by her side.

She rolled over to get up. As she did, the pool of cum resting atop her anus in the trough of her tail spilled audibly onto the stone floor. She felt the coolness of the air on her wet, scaly skin where it had been as she stood up, as well as the stickiness of where some of her brother’s cum had dried.

She made her way to the corner of the room with the latrine, lifted her tail into the air and squatted down to pee, which forced some of the cum that was still deep in her pussy to dribble out. Droplets of gooey reptilian cum were still dripping out when she began to pee.

As she relieved herself, she looked towards the door and saw the tray of food. Instantly she remembered – the note! It would be a disaster if Jaree-Ra saw it, if he learned the truth. She had to get rid of it.

Deeja finished peeing and walked quietly to the tray to retrieve the note. She had to be careful not to make any noise and risk waking her brother.

She’d told him a lie. When she’d read the note earlier in the evening and saw what it said, she impulsively decided to “read” Jaree-Ra an… alternate version of the note. If she’d actually read the note, she’d never have been able to get Jaree-Ra to remedy her heat. She’d have to suffer through it, horny beyond description for who knows how long. Besides, they’d already gone so far that morning, what was the harm in tricking him to go a little further? He’d even end up believing he’d heroically rescued them both from their prison by fucking his sister, so this was as much a favor to him as it was a service for her. That was Deeja’s justification for lying to him, anyway.

Deeja picked up the note from the tray and shot a glance to Jaree-Ra to make sure he was still asleep. Satisfied that he was, she opened the note and reread it:

Good evening, Argonians! That was quite an enjoyable show you put on this morning! So enjoyable, in fact, that I’ve decided it was worth your freedom! I’ve never been able to coerce siblings so quickly, and not for lack of trying. Exceeding my expectations so completely deserves a reward.

Enjoy your meal and relax. When you awaken tomorrow morning, you will be free once more.

~ The Stranger, better known as Sanguine, Daedric Prince of Lust and Debauchery

She folded the note and held it to one of the dimly lit torches on the wall. It burned brightly and quickly, and within seconds it was totally consumed by fire and reduced to ash. The deed was done. The secret was safe.

With a sigh, Deeja walked back to the straw pile and lay down next to her brother. She pulled the deer pelt over them, pressed her body into his and closed her eyes, content in the knowledge that Jaree-Ra would never discover the lie she told him and that they would be free once again the next morning.

As she drifted into sleep, one of the millions of sperm cells that had been swimming in Deeja since her brother bred her found the egg waiting deep in her womb and burrowed inside.

- -

Jaree-Ra opened his eyes to sunlight streaming through the window of a well-accommodated bedroom. He pulled clean sheets and a green quilt over his head to go back to sleep, his head thumping from a hangover, before realizing where he was – more precisely, where he wasn’t.

Now dressed in expensive clothes, he threw off the sheets and bolted from the bed to the window. Below him were the familiar streets of Solitude, the front of Angeline’s Aromatics in full view. He knew exactly where he was – the Winking Skeever, the inn near the entrance gate of the town.

He turned back to the bed and saw his sister’s head resting comfortably on a pillow.

“Deeja, wake up! We’re free, we’re home!!”

He jumped back on the bed and began shaking his sister.

“Deeja, get up!”

“Hmmm?” Deeja said as she awoke. “What? Where?”

“We’re at the Winking Skeever! Get up, we’re free!”

- -

The two siblings left the Winking Skeever and walked out of the gates of Solitude, heading back towards their former hideout. They were cautious at first, but there were no guards waiting for them, no sentries questioning them. It was as if the events of the past few days had never occurred, or at least as if no one knew of their connection to the fate of the Icerunner.

As they walked, Jaree-Ra began to speak.

“Deeja… about what happened yesterday.”

“Yes?”

“We need to clear the air. I… we did that just so that we could get out of that place, you know? It’s something we had to do. Now that it’s done, let’s please just not ever talk about it again.”

Deeja didn’t respond immediately.

“You didn’t have fun?” she replied after the pause.

“What? Deeja I… that’s not the point. You’re my sister!”

“Mm-hmm, I’m your sister...” she said teasingly. “Was it fun, fucking your sister?”

“By the Hist, Deeja!”

Deeja bumped her hip against his and began laughing. Sure, she thought, she’ll never mention it again. Except, of course, any time she wanted to tease her brother or make him squirm.

Little did she know, however, that soon both of them would have to deal with the consequences of that night. Even as Deeja continued to laugh, the child that her brother had planted in her womb was growing. Soon her belly would swell, her pregnancy would become obvious, and an Argonian baby would be born out of incest and into the land of Skyrim.