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Never Steal from This Argonian

For Faceless_Lord

By Draconicon

Whiterun has too many guards, J'Raksha thought to himself. The Khajiit was used to dealing with them, admittedly, but there was a limit to how many a thief could avoid at a time, and the garrison here seemed to be endless.

That was just one of the reasons he wanted out of Skyrim; the holds were always flush with guards, and it was impossible for a thief to make a good living, even if they were part of the Thieves' Guild. Which he wasn't. Something about the entrance exam felt fishy to him, and while he was all for taking someone down a peg, putting someone innocent in jail for a crime they didn't commit was...wrong.

At least in Cyrodiil the guards were more limited to the cities. Few of them actually patrolled outside of them, and the city guards were more on watch for murder than theft. If he could get back...

But first, the Khajiit needed money. J'Raksha had a fair few golds stashed away under the drawbridge out of the town, but he needed about a hundred more to get the ticket down to Falkreath and from there to Cyrodiil. If he was lucky, he would get that today.

Pulling his robe a little tighter around him, the Khajiit started walking through the town, making his way from the fragment of the Gildergreen that was still growing down towards the shops and market.

Maybe someone new will be around today...some rich traveler or something...

After all, he knew better than to try and steal something from the townsfolk. The guards were always on their side, and as an outsider himself, they were likely to try and pin everything on him rather than looking for someone else. They'd be right, of course, but that didn't make it any better.

J'Raksha spent about an hour looking around before he spotted his candidate. The first outsider of the day walked across the drawbridge, and as it came back up, the Khajiit smiled.

An Argonian...that's a start...

And a barbaric looking one, to boot. Most of the warriors that came through the city at least had fur armor, like the bandits out in the hills, but this traveler didn't even have that. Lacking even boots, the loincloth-wearing lizard looked more like a savage than most of the Forsworn out west. Best of all, the guards were looking away from him, keeping their attention on other people rather than welcoming him the way that they did the merchants.

J'Raksha didn't feel particularly guilty about his upcoming theft, either. This black-scaled Argonian looked like he wasn't doing too well, anyway; lumps ran down his arms and legs, and around his neck. Something told him that the traveler was probably on his last legs, and looking for a place to die. What else would someone be that angry about?

Because that Argonian was very angry. His face was set in what looked like a perpetual scowl, sending most people scurrying out of the way and getting on with their day rather than spending time in his vicinity.

His mind made up, J'Raksha started his ambling walk down the center of town, passing by a couple of beggars and avoiding the old blind woman offering to tell fortunes. His tail flicked up towards the side, his ears dancing side to side to pick up any last-minute warnings that would make the theft a failure.

Most importantly, he kept an eye on the Argonian by always looking a bit off to the side, as if he were looking past the creature rather than at him. An old thief's trick, ensuring that the target didn't feel watched, and making it impossible to be caught staring, it worked well enough to get him within arm's reach of the near-naked lizard.

Just one quick flick...

It was an easy job; easiest one that he'd done in weeks. His knife flicked from waist to hand, and from hand to the lizard's waist. A quick slice, and the purse's strings were severed, the coin pouch dropping into his hands. From there, it went to his pocket, all without him breaking stride.

The guards looked down on him as he approached, the helmeted human shaking his head.

"Hold on. There's no traveling outside the city until the dragon crisis is over with. On order of the Jarl."

"Ah, but this one has much to do in the world outside. Surely, he can be allowed to leave?"

"Not on your life, citizen. It's too dangerous out there right now, with bandits and dragons and who knows what else. Adventurers are the only ones out there, and even they need a pass."

"Well, what if this one were to show you his golden pass?"

He flicked at the coin pouch that he'd stolen, pulling out a few golden coins. The guards looked down at them, the pair glancing back and forth. For good measure, J'Raksha pulled another coin free. The stranger had had plenty in his purse, after all; better to be sure that they accepted the bribe rather than be stingy.

After a few seconds, the first guard pocketed the amount and gestured towards the wall. As the drawbridge came back down, he leaned in.

"That 'pass' will get you out, but I'm not on duty again until tomorrow morning. If you want back in -"

"This one will be leaving Skyrim. You will not need to worry about anything."

"Good luck, sneak."

J'Raksha forced a smile as he walked over the drawbridge. The sturdy wood let out a couple of soft clunks as he crossed it, and it went up again as soon as he was over. A couple of guards nodded at his passing, even as he grumbled inside.

Well, just have to climb up from the bottom of the river, he thought. He couldn't exactly jump in the water now; they'd start asking questions. He just hoped that it wasn't flowing too fast or too cold today.

Still, he was in a good mood as he started walking down the road, taking the slow route off of the hill. He had a fair bit of money, even more than he needed to hire the carriage, and the target hadn't called the guards yet. His luck was turning up. J'Raksha even threw a smile at some of the guards on the ramparts as he rounded the bend -

BOOOOM!

The ground shook and everyone wobbled back and forth, the Khajiit included. It was like standing in the middle of an earthquake going off, but it was too quick for that to be the case. His first worry was that a giant had gotten close, but as he poked his head over the ruined walls, there was no sign of one.

"What -"

The roar of fire immediately caught his attention, and he whipped his head around just in time to see the drawbridge go flying off of the wall. The wooden planks, formerly incredibly sturdy, were on fire and halfway to ash already. His eyes went wide; that type of magical power was incredibly rare, beyond the hedgemages that occasionally offered their services in the city.

Then...he leaped through the hole in the wall.

It was the Argonian from before, but he wasn't so sickly looking anymore. Instead, the lumps that J'Raksha had taken for sickness glowed like the sun, and the Argonian's eyes were burning like fire. In his hands were a pair of conjured swords, and his fingers still burned with the remnants of the powerful fireball that he'd cast.

They settled on him, and J'Raksha whimpered.

He knows.

No time to run down the hill. The cat pulled himself up and over the ruined wall as fast as he could, even as the lizard started charging at him with a wordless roar. He fell hard and fast, almost twenty feet before he hit the ground with a hard grunt, but the feline didn't dare wait. Off like a shot, he leaped over half of the river and started swimming the rest, letting the current carry him along.

The water was his only shield as fireballs started raining down from the ramparts, sending entire segments of the river up in steam.

Who the hell did I just steal from?! There's not supposed to be anyone this strong this far north!

It didn't matter. If he could get to the horses, he could throw the money down and buy the fastest one, and then he'd be out of here. Just move faster, faster, faster!

The fireballs stopped, at least; either the Argonian had run out of energy or he realized that it wasn't working. Either way, it meant that he didn't have to swim under the current any longer. J'Raksha lifted his eyes, staring at the stables in the distance. They were getting closer, and closer...

He reached the bank of the river, throwing himself forward -

"Stop."

The whispered word stole his breath, just as the ice that suddenly formed underfoot stole his momentum. The Khajiit's boots were suddenly sealed to the ground, leaving him unable to walk, unable to dodge, unable to do anything but wriggle back and forth.

An ethereal sword put a halt to that, too, brushing under his chin and holding him still. The ghostly movements that it made, even when held in place, sent a shiver down his spine.

"This one...this one still has all your money...minus four coins...This one..."

He shivered, holding out the coinpurse. The weight left his hand, but the sword didn't leave his throat.

"This one...this one is sorry. This one just wanted -"

"You'll stop talking if you don't want me to hurt you."

J'Raksha knew the tone of truth, and it run loudly in the Argonian's voice just then. He shut his mouth tight, not daring to talk.

The sword moved down, but the point never cleared his vitals. Whether it pointed at his heart, his lungs, or certain rather sensitive points of his anatomy, it was always threatening him, always making it clear the consequences of trying to struggle.

"A thief...is that all you are?"

"...Yes?"

"Well...when I'm done with you, you'll know something better than thievery for money making."

For a moment, J'Raksha wondered if maybe he'd found someone generous enough to teach him magic. The idea was a good one, though he'd never had the talent. Then again, maybe a good teacher -

Then the moment passed, and a hard fist in the back of his head knocked him out. The darkness came quick, and the world faded.

#

The crackle of firelight was what woke him up, followed quickly after by the headache rumbling in the back of his skull. The feline shivered, trying to raise a hand to rub it, only to find it impossible.

His eyes fluttered open, taking in a few details at a time. Like the fact that he thrown over a chest rather than laying on the ground. Like the fact that his hands were tied down, wrapped under the chest. Like the fact that he was naked, with his ass and soles facing towards a rather strong heat source.

He stifled a groan at the pain in his head, taking a couple of deep breaths to try and distract himself. Unfortunately, all it seemed to accomplish was getting his captor's attention.

"Awake?"

"Mmmph...."

"Good."

He was amazed at the softness of the approaching footsteps. If the Argonian really wanted, he probably could have been a thief himself. J'Raksha could only barely make out the sounds, and he was used to straining his ears for things.

As his lizard captor knelt down beside him, the feline saw a bowl of some green goo in his hand. A potion or ointment, he hoped, but he didn't know what kind. Most of the things he saw were red or blue, and the energy-boosting ones that the alchemists sold weren't this shade of green. He edged away from it as much as his bonds would allow.

"This one is sorry. Please, let this one make it up to you."

"You will be. Repeatedly."

J'Raksha blinked.

"What...you already planned to -"

"I told you that you'd learn a lesson. I can't stand thieves; I've had too many things stolen from me in my life. You want to earn money? You're gonna do it in a more honest way. Goodbye, thief; hello, whore."

"What?!"

J'Raksha affected a little more outrage than he felt. It wasn't precisely the first time that he'd been caught, after all, and the Khajiit knew better than to expect complete mercy from anyone. More than one guard had had the pleasure of using his hind end in exchange for a lighter sentence or simply letting him go, and in jail, more than one fellow prisoner had used him for some fun in exchange for protection.

Even when it wasn't pleasurable, it was a hell of a lot better than the alternative. He closed his eyes, trying to raise his tail a bit. Thankfully, the bindings allowed that.

"Al...alright....This one will submit."

"You will, more than you think. This little potion will ensure that."

"This one..."

"You're curious?"

"Yes."

"Well, get used to it."

Stingy bastard.

The Argonian walked back out of sight, and J'Raksha took a closer look at the ropes that were tying him down. Admittedly, he could only see the ones that held his head and his hands, but from what he could see...well, the ropes were about as well-tied as he could do on his best day. Whoever this guy was, he knew bondage.

He turned his head as far as he could - which didn't even let him look over his shoulder - and called out.

"How did you get away? Whiterun guards...should have been angry. You blew up their drawbridge."

"They know me. A few dozen giants killed earns some credit."

A few... If he hadn't been shivering in fear before, he was now. This lizard was a good deal stronger than he wanted to think about, if he had that many giants under his belt. Mages were a squishy folk, and he'd yet to meet one that had even one killed. Even the Companions, if one believed their boasts, only had a dozen giants killed between them.

But it did explain how this stranger hadn't been arrested on sight after pulling that stunt. They could always get a new drawbridge. A mage of this power...better not to offend him. Hell, J'Raksha wondered if he wouldn't just burn down the jail in an escape attempt, at that power level.

His thoughts were interrupted as a hand slipped under his tail, rubbing something soft and warm against his hole. Must have been the potion, he realized, and he tried to brace himself against any new...effects...

"Ah...ha...ha..."

Almost immediately, the Khajiit started panting, feeling as though his hole was on fire, in a good way. His rim started clenching, twitching against the finger sliding inside, and he moaned as he pushed his ass up a little higher. His toes curled at the strange pleasure, and he whimpered under his breath.

"What...what is...this..."

"Alchemy and magic. Good for teaching people their place...as I found out..."

Whatever curiosity he had about the Argonian's words was replaced with a deep moan as he was filled with a second finger. Everything felt a hell of a lot more sensitive back there, now, and he pushed back as much as his ropes would let him. It needed more inside of him, needed to be stretched, needed to be fucked hard. His rational mind knew that it was only the potion, only the spell, but his body didn't care. It needed to be -

"Fuck...fuck..."

"I will not. Not yet."

Groaning in frustration, J'Raksha tried to wiggle his hips, knowing that it was an enticement to most interested males, but it went unnoticed. If anything, it almost seemed to offend his captor. The fingers came free, and the scaly digits started rubbing in a line along his sides, drawing in patterns through his fur.

"Not until you're properly marked. When you look like what you will be, then I will use you properly..."

He groaned, the light touches of the Argonian's fingers almost like a hand stroking through his fur, the lightness of touch making him feel all the more needy. His cock throbbed against the chest beneath him, and he tried grinding against it, begging for relief.

It didn't work. No matter how much he teased his cock against the blanket beneath him, it didn't take away the need in his ass. His hole burned and begged for something, anything inside of it, and cock stimulation didn't do a thing for it. The Khajiit whimpered again, opening his mouth -

"Mmph!'

Only to get gagged by a finger sliding inside of it, holding his tongue down and smearing it with the same potion. His eyes went wide at the implications.

This time, he saw the magic coming. The Argonian's entire arm lit up with power, the lumps in him lighting up again. This time, with what little clarity he still had in his mind, he saw what they were. Soul gems, stuck deep inside of his scales, forming a magical network through his body. No wonder he was so powerful; a single gem could power an artifact for a lifetime. That many...

Then the need hit him. His mouth was dry, despite his drool running past the finger, and he panted through his nose. He sealed his lips around the finger, sucking on it desperately, pulling the potion right off of it and swallowing it down. The feline shivered, feeling the burning need running all the way from his mouth, through his belly, and down to his hole. It was so hot, so powerful, that he almost felt like crying.

The finger popped free a second or two later, and dabbed into the potion bowl again. It returned to his face, drawing and writing over his cheeks and forehead. The sensation was almost as bad, leaving him feeling like...like he needed something to wash his face, something hot, musky...pungent...

"You...you are turning...this one..."

"Into someone that needs seed. Yes."

"This is...this is impossible. No magic -"

Scaly fingers grabbed him by the ear, ripping the words from his mouth as they wrenched his head to the side. His captor leaned in, glaring at him.

"Don't...talk to me...about impossible. They've done too many things to me for anything to be impossible."

"T-...They?"

The lizard stared at him for a few seconds before sighing and letting go. J'Raksha's head slumped back down, and he went back to panting. A few seconds later, the Argonian shook his head.

"It doesn't matter. Suffice to say, there are people out there that want to change others, use them. They wanted me as a weapon, but they weren't good enough to hold me.

"I'm different. I won't have you as a thief, so I'll make you something to help other people instead. A whore is as useful as a warrior, in the right hands."

He had no idea what the Argonian was talking about, but there was nothing he could do. With the potion running through his body, the marks left all over him, he wanted nothing more than the other male's seed. He wanted to be used, wanted to be fucked, wanted to be put to use in any way that would get him what he craved. He looked up, but he couldn't even think of the words to beg with. All he could do was open his mouth.

Thankfully, that seemed to be enough. The Argonian put the bowl down, and flicked at his loincloth. What was beneath almost terrified J'Raksha. Almost.

It was a cock beyond anything that he had seen on a lizard before. While he was used to the sight of the barbs of his own species, the flatness that the humans had, the size of the orcs and the ridges of the lizards, he had never seen something like this before. The Argonian's shaft, even limp, stood out at nine inches long, and was tapered at the point, almost like a canine's. At the base, he could see the beginnings of a knot, and he shivered at the thought of how much that was going to stretch him when it got inside of him.

Despite all that, he needed it, and he kept his mouth open as the Argonian stepped forward. The musky tip of the cock slipped past his lips easily, though as it pushed against the back of his throat, he started to gag.

"Take it. It's the first of many, whore."

His cheeks burned as the cock forced its way down his throat, getting deeper and deeper. He could feel it stretching him out, training his body, and he found...he found that he didn't care. With the pre flowing down his throat, even with the way his jaws stretched around the start of that knot, he didn't care. It soothed the need, gave him what he wanted, and that was all that mattered.

He laid there, on top of the chest, as his captor started thrusting back and forth, sinking that dog-like cock further and further down his neck. He had a front-row seat to seeing it grow, feeling it thicken between his lips. It was a monster of a cock...for a monster of a person.

The more pre he got, though, the less he cared. So what if this Argonian was messing with his head? It felt good. So what if he was getting face-fucked by an increasingly lusty mage? It felt good. So what if he was feeling that knot batter at his lips with each successive thrust? It. Felt. Good.

His eyes rolled back in his head and he started purring, going limp as the Argonian hammered down his throat. His gag reflex was gone, somehow; it disappeared somewhere after the first minute, replaced by a limpness that was spreading across his body. He occasionally groaned as he sucked on the shaft, but even that was half-hearted. It felt like he was slowly slipping into some kind of sleep, though he was still conscious of everything that was happening to him.

Eventually, the Argonian pulled back. It took him forever to take the full length out of the Khajiit's throat, and when it was revealed, he understood why. The thing had gone from nine inches to a full fifteen, with the base looking more like an orc's fist in size rather than a simple knot. A shiver went down his body, but he couldn't even bring himself to speak.

Instead, he moaned as his captor's cock drooled pre all over his face, soothing yet another need. Where it fell on the paint, it no longer burned; where it was rubbed in, it no longer bothered him.

The lizard's cock followed the lines that had been drawn along his side, taking the big guy closer and closer to the Khajiit's hole. J'Raksha shivered to himself, knowing what was coming. Some part of him said he should be afraid, but he couldn't summon the fear. All he could do was stare straight ahead, and smile.

The tip pressed against his hole. Somehow, impossible as it was, his ass accepted it. The burning need began to fade, and so did his mind. J'Raksha smiled stupidly as that obscenely large cock slipped into his ass impossibly quickly, and the Khajiit drifted off into his strange, pleasured dreamland...

#

Cocks...cocks...so many cocks...

J'Raksha reaches for the Argonian's cock by the campfire, pulling it into his mouth as the mage cooks their dinner for the night. He sucks and sucks, his head bobbing up and down and his cheeks pursing inwards at the pressure, but the lizard doesn't give him his cum.

Must serve cocks...

He lays on his back, his feet wrapped in cloth to keep them hidden. He doesn't know why, but it means that his master will fuck him. That huge cock, pounding away at his hole. There's something wrong, but he doesn't know what.

Cock is best...

A stranger comes, and the master has him bend over. He doesn't want to, but the master rubs some of the potion under his tail, and he shivers as he leans against a nearby horse. Orc cock feels good, but not as good as master's.

Cum makes me feel good...

The stranger comes back, this time with a friend. J'Raksha looks at master, getting a nod before going on all fours. He takes the orc in his mouth, and the Khajiit under his tail. The barbs feel good, but not as good as the knot. He is a good kitty for his master, a good, cock-hungry kitty.

Cum is my payment...

This time, master doesn't have to nod. J'Raksha presents himself as soon as people come to the campfire. Their gold flows freely, collected by master as he takes two cocks in his ass at once, one in his mouth, and one between his feet. Master doesn't look at the last one.

Cock...Cum...Need...

#

A week passed in that fashion, and through it all, J'Raksha found himself sinking deeper and deeper into his lust for sex. He'd never felt the need so strongly, never felt like such a slut...never loved it as much as he had.

He wanted more, but the master was leaving. The Argonian handed him a pack of things, as well as a letter and his boots. They seemed to drip, but he didn't understand why.

"Go to Riften. There's enough whores there for you to learn from. And you'll get plenty of clients."

"What about you, Master?"

"I've got someone to hunt. Someone that's got a lot to answer for."

"But -"

The Argonian waved his hand, and a calming feeling drifted over him. Yes. Master was right. It was good to move somewhere where he could pursue his trade. He needed cock. He needed cum.

He slid the boots on, and felt the squishing warmth of the potion in the bottom. The ooze spread all over his feet, and the Khajiit shivered as he felt the same craving that was permanently in his ass and mouth. He would need to serve that hunger as well, to sooth his feet, to keep them from burning...

With a final nod from his master, he started walking away.

#

"Oooh...oh, yeah...fuck..."

He'd been in Riften for a week before he got settled in an underground brothel. Owned by the Thieves' Guild, of all people. The same people he'd dismissed had been all too eager to take him in after seeing his talents.

Just for a few weeks, he told himself when he'd woken from the drugged trance. Just for a few weeks, get enough gold to get myself up on my feet, and I'm out...

Somehow, with how good the orcs and the elves and the humans had been since he'd arrived, he wasn't sure if he could keep to that...particularly as his mouth was burning with need again, despite having gotten his load of cum only a couple of hours ago.

The End