Room Service
Room Service
By Green
It had been another long night for Meena-Ra. Working as a serving girl at the Four Dragons inn was usually hard work for the slender Argonian, but tonight had been particularly taxing. A group of Redguard sailors had arrived in town and had gone, en masse, to the Four Dragons, looking for food, booze, and women, preferably in that order. Like most sailors, this group had gotten somewhat grabby once they'd had a few drinks. For what seemed like the millionth time, Meena cursed whoever had written that damnable novel, The Lusty Argonian Maid, which depicted the exploits of a cold-blooded girl who spent more time on her back than in her uniform, a girl idiotically named "Lifts-Her-Tail", a mockery of the Descriptive Names some of Meena's people gave to their children. Meena herself had a sister-in-law named "Swims-Swiftly" because she'd won every water race she'd been in before her Naming Day. Because of that book, a good many men had assumed (generally while drunk) that Meena-Ra, being both Argonian and a serving girl, was easy to coerce into bed. If anything, Meena was quite lonely, the shy Argonian having made few friends since coming to the city, and inviting no lovers to lie with her. As she removed a hand from her shapely rump yet again, restraining herself from punching a paying customer, Meena thanked all the stars that her shift was nearly over. Once she'd handed out all the drinks that had been ordered, Meena returned to the bar for her next task. When she arrived, her boss, Frold, an easy-going Nord, placed a meal tray on the counter.
"You're just in time, Meena. Take this up to room three on the second floor, if you'd be so kind."
"Sure, no problem."
She picked up the tray with a practiced ease, but paused for a moment to look closer at its contents. The usual meal served to patrons of the inn was their choice of meat and vegetables, but this tray contained only a serving of pork and a serving of chicken. Frold must have noticed her staring, because he spoke up.
"Customer's an Orc warrior. They're all about meat, don't you know. Good for the muscles."
"An Orc? When did we get an Orc?"
"I believe you were dealing with the Khajiit who kept touching your tail as you walked past."
Meena nodded absently, her mind suddenly reeling as she turned to the worn wooden stairs. She'd heard about Orcs, everyone knew about them, they were famous for their martial prowess. It was sometimes suggested that if every Orc in the world joined together into an army, they'd be able to defeat all the other races combined. Whether or not that was true, they were known to commonly take up jobs that required the use of brute strength, and this particular Orc was apparently no exception. She walked up to room three, her heart pounding, her tail twitching agitatedly, the green scales shining in the light. This was a new experience. She'd seen Orcs before, of course, but she'd never met one, she was still relatively new to the city and none had stayed at the inn in the time she'd worked there. Tentatively knocking on the door, Meena tried not to yelp as a deep, rough voice from within said 'Come in.'
Opening the door and trying not to look nervous, Meena was immediately taken aback by what she saw. The Orc sat on the bed, partially dressed in heavy combat armour, undoing the last of at least a half a dozen straps on an armoured boot, which finally came off with a violent tug, revealing a vibrant green leg. That wasn't the part that surprised her. The part that surprised her was that the Orc warrior, who looked just as intimidating as the young Argonian had imagined, was a woman. She looked up, a scowl on her face, though Meena got the impression that she wasn't angry, that was just her default facial expression.
"Ah, good, supper. You can put it down over there."
She gestured to the dresser - which had a gleaming battleaxe and a well-worn shield leaning against it. Trying not to think about how many people that axe had killed, Meena nodded wordlessly, put the tray down on top of the dresser, and turned to leave.
"Wait, could you give me a hand with this?"
The serving girl turned back to her customer, who had stood up, and was now facing the full-length mirror on the wall. The Orc (who looked even bigger standing up) was pointing at a series of buckles on the back of her chest plate.
"O-okay."
As Meena went to work on the buckles, the Orc shook her head and sighed.
"This suit's just fine for keeping me intact, but the design leaves something to be desired. You ever wear armour?"
"Um, n-no, ma'am."
"Huh. Didn't think so."
A few moments passed in silence as Meena continued her work, trying not to stare at the Orc's arms, which were more muscular than those of most of the men Meena knew, of any race. When Meena was almost done, the Orc broke the silence again.
"What's the matter? Not allowed to talk?"
"N-no, ma'am..."
"Well you're sure acting like it. And stop calling me ma'am, makes me feel old. My name's Bozga. Bozga gra-Noorg. What's yours?"
"It's Meena-Ra, ma- I mean, Bozga."
"That's a pretty name. It suits you."
Meena halted for a moment. On the surface that sounded like a simple compliment, but there was something about the tone of voice the Orc had used. Was she...? No, it couldn't be. Bozga opened her mouth to speak again, but when Meena opened the last buckle, the entire chestplate popped open, and fell to the ground with a loud thunk. Bozga let out a sigh of relief, put her hands behind her neck, and stretched out her back. Meena stared incredulously. What had looked like an armoured skirt was actually attached to the chest plate, and had fallen away with the rest of it. The reason Meena was staring was that she hadn't realized that the chest plate was the only thing Bozga was wearing above the waist.
Meena stood there, completely shocked, as Bozga, clad only in her underwear, stretched out her tired muscles, which only served to show off her well-conditioned body in the mirror. While she tried to look away, tried to be professional, the serving girl found her eyes drawn to the Orc's chest, drawn to those pert, rounded breasts, with the dark green nipples at their centres. If she weren't a reptile, she'd have been blushing furiously by this point.
"Like what you see, Meena-Ra?"
To her horror, Meena saw that Bozga was looking right at her in the mirror.
"Oh! N-no, I'm sorry-"
The Orc turned around, hands on hips, seemingly totally unconcerned about her near-nudity.
"So you don't like what you see? You think my chest is ugly?"
Close to tears, the Argonian shook her head emphatically.
"No! I meant - It's just -"
Suddenly, Bozga burst out laughing, clapping a hand on Meena's shoulder. It was a casual gesture, but the woman's immense strength meant it still stung a little.
"Relax, it's okay. Nothing wrong with looking. I'm proud of my body."
She couldn't help it; suddenly Meena's eyes dropped back to her customer's chest, as if they had a mind of their own. From this angle, though, Meena saw something to use as an explanation. An old scar running across the skin directly above the Orc's left breast.
"How did you get that scar?"
Bozga looked down at her chest, as if she'd forgotten. A serious look came over her features, making her look even more dangerous, if that were possible.
"This? That was the dagger of a coward who thought he could take me on while I slept. Unfortunately for him, that was back in the days when I wore leather armour."
"I don't understand."
"I forget, you haven't lived my life. Leather armour is stiff enough for protection, but soft enough that you can sleep in it on the road. He thought I would be, well, like this."
She spread her arms and gestured at her unclothed state, and the Argonian couldn't help but stare. Meena wondered why her mouth was so dry, and shifted in her shoes, only to be shocked as she realized she was becoming quite damp between her legs. She bit down on her lower lip, confused by the feelings running through her mind.
While Meena-Ra was distracted by her emotions, Bozga turned around and pulled a chair over to the mirror, sitting down facing herself.
"Meena, would you mind staying for a while? I don't know anyone in this city, and I'd like someone to talk to. That is, unless you have to get back to work."
Meena hesitated. She was technically still on the clock; all she had to do was explain that and she could leave. But somehow... she wanted to stay, wanted to get to know this Bozga gra-Noorg. For a moment she wondered why exactly she wanted to get to know her, but brushed it off as simply being curious about the woman's Orcish heritage, pointedly ignoring the moist feeling in her nether regions.
"Sure I can stay, I was almost at the end of my shift anyway. I'm sure Frold will understand."
Since there was just the one chair in the room, she sat down on the bed, stepping over the chest plate on the floor to get there. She folded her hands in her lap and tried to relax, but her tail kept twitching behind her, betraying her nervousness. She decided to be the first to speak.
"So... you're a mercenary?"
Bozga shrugged as she reached up behind her and began fiddling with the tight knot she kept her hair tied into.
"I work for hire, yes, but people hear the word 'mercenary' and they seem to assume you have no morals. A man tried to hire me a few years ago, wanted me to kill his brother so he'd be able to steal the man's wife."
"That's awful! What did you do? Did you - did you kill him?"
Bozga glanced over her shoulder, an amused look on her face.
"I may be an Orc, but I'm still civilized. Actually, I took his money, and then turned him in to the city guards. Everybody wins."
Meena was surprisingly relieved to hear that. Her relief went away fairly quickly as she spoke without thinking.
"Bozga? What's it like to - to kill someone?"
This time the Orc's hands stopped moving entirely for a moment. In the mirror, Meena could see Bozga's eyes dart off to the side, eyeing the battle axe resting against the dresser, before she looked back over at the Argonian.
"It's... something I find most races don't discuss in polite company."
"Oh, I - I'm sorry."
A saying about curious cats flitted through her mind, but she asked anyway.
"What about the Orcs?"
Bozga resumed fiddling with the tightly bound ribbon that kept her hair in check.
"Us? Well, every Orc knows how to at least defend themselves. We're given basic arms training as soon as we're old enough to carry a sword and follow orders. Even Orcish archmages - not that there have been many - could fend off an attacker if it came right down to it."
Meena nodded, genuinely interested. She was surprised how easy it was to talk to Bozga, who no longer seemed quite as intimidating.
"I heard a story once, that Orcs, um..."
"Abandon weak babies to die so that the race remains strong?"
Startled, Meena clapped her hands over her face.
"Y-you mean it's true?!"
Bozga let out a laugh, a loud barking sound.
"No, of course not. I've just heard it so many times I figured that's what you were getting at. We can be surprisingly tender off the battlefield. Family is very important to us."
Suddenly, Bozga yanked the stubborn ribbon out of her hair, and it fell down behind her into shoulder-length black locks. Meena-Ra gasped. With her hair down, Bozga no longer looked like a savage warrior, she looked...
"Beautiful..."
"Thank you, Meena."
Realizing she'd whispered that word instead of thinking it, Meena cringed with embarrassment. To her shock, Bozga stood and began to look at her with an odd, yet familiar look in her eyes.
"You know, you're quite good looking yourself."
The serving girl jumped off the bed, entirely out of her element. The look in the Orc's eyes was the same look she'd seen in the eyes of many of the men she'd served in her time here.
"What?"
"Admittedly, your bust is a little on the small side, but you're a reptile, so that's nothing to be ashamed of. But your legs are quite shapely, and I enjoy the way your scales sparkle in the light. And, of course, your face is quite lovely."
No one had ever spoken so plainly to Meena of their attraction to her before. Bozga took a step forward, and the terribly confused serving girl backed up, wringing her hands in front of her, an old nervous habit.
"I - I'm not sure I know what you're getting at."
"Oh come now, Meena. You're cute when you're flustered, but be honest with yourself. A child could tell that you're attracted to me."
Meena felt the frills on the back of her head stand straight up with agitation.
"B-but you're a woman! I'm a woman!"
Bozga smiled slightly and spoke quite softly.
"Orcs don't make distinctions when it comes to this sort of thing. We're true to ourselves and to our feelings. Why pretend otherwise?"
She reached forward, and gently began to rub the back of her hand on Meena's scaly cheek. The Argonian shivered and let out a sigh as a fire began to burn within her.
"Your scales are so smooth... and your eyes are so beautiful, Meena. They shine in the light like the stars in the sky."
Meena found herself reaching up and gently clasping the Orc's wrist, not to stop her, but... because she wanted to touch her. To feel her. Her skin was far thicker than that of, say, an Imperial, but it was surprisingly soft to the touch. As Meena trembled, Bozga continued whispering to her.
"I can make you feel good. And I think you want me to make you feel good."
Bozga moved her hand to start stroking Meena's chin, before moving up to run her fingers lightly along the brightly coloured frills which extended out behind her ears. Meena was very wet by now, and found herself leaning into Bozga's hand, finally admitting to herself that the Orc was right. But there was still hesitation.
"I don't know, Bozga, I - I'm not a virgin, but I've never been with a woman before..."
The Orc took another step forward, and this time, Meena did not back off.
"Then let me take the lead."
And Bozga leaned down and kissed her.
For a split second, every muscle in Meena-Ra's body seized up as her eyes widened from the unfamiliar sensation. Then, as Bozga's insistent tongue pushed its way into her mouth, Meena felt herself begin to relax. Her eyes fluttered for a moment, and then she whimpered softly as she closed them and began to just bask in the sensation, returning the kiss, hesitantly at first, then exploring Bozga's mouth with her long, narrow tongue, with gradually increasing bravery. She had kissed warm-blooded men before, and this didn't feel that different, apart from the presence of Bozga's tusks, but that was an 'Orc thing', not a 'woman thing'. She felt Bozga's hands reaching around her, and shivered as she returned the embrace, feeling the other woman's bare breasts pressing against her. Her heart began to beat faster as she felt the Orc's fingers gently untying the knot on her back that kept her apron in place, before moving up to lift the sash over the Argonian's head, tossing it casually onto the table. Bozga broke off the kiss so she could see better as she began to undo the buttons on Meena's dress, while the serving girl rested her head on the other woman's shoulder, beginning to move her own hands around, exploring the Orc's back. Her skin was rougher here than on her arms, and her muscles were incredibly well defined. Meena's left hand encountered a particularly nasty scar under Bozga's shoulder blade and traced it gently with a fingertip. She sighed and whispered into the warrior's ear.
"You've been through so much pain. It's not right."
Bozga responded in a surprisingly subdued tone of voice, for her anyway.
"I fight only when I believe it's right. If I have to hurt sometimes, I'll pay that price. It only makes moments like this that much sweeter."
She tugged on the fabric belt around the Argonian's waist, and the dress fell open, revealing Meena-Ra's lithe, sinuous body, now clad only in her underwear. As her clothing pooled around her scaly feet, Meena closed her eyes bashfully and whimpered once more, though she couldn't honestly say if it was out of fear or desire. She knew it was a cliché, but there was a part of her that was still afraid, she couldn't help but say it.
"Please... be gentle..."
To her surprise, Bozga leaned down and swept her up in her muscular arms, before craning her neck down to plant a kiss on the serving girl's forehead. Bozga didn't answer, but as Meena peeked at the Orc's face and saw the adoration in her eyes, she realized that she didn't have to.
Lifting the Argonian as if she weighed no more than a child, the warrior gently lay her down on the bed, before taking her place next to the reptile. Placing a hand on Meena's hip, Bozga leaned forward to kiss her once more. Meena-Ra trembled with anticipation as the other woman took hold of her underwear and slowly slid it down her thighs, catching slightly on her tail until she tilted it down to help. While the Orc did that, Meena reached behind herself and opened her brassiere with a practiced touch, pulling it aside and looking shyly into Bozga's eyes for approval. She was rewarded with a warm, wide grin as the warrior ran her hand up and down Meena's scaly side, sending tingles up and down her spine, all the way to the base of her tail. She had expected Bozga to say something about her chest, but instead, without any warning, the Orc leaned down and kissed one of her breasts, teasing the thinner, more flexible scales with her teeth. Meena shuddered as she felt that soft, warm tongue gently massaging her nipple, wrapping her arms around Bozga as pleasure began to flow through her in earnest.
"By - by the gods!"
Feeling bold, Meena reached down and removed her lover's underwear, sliding her hand over Bozga's shapely rear. Swallowing, she trailed her hand around the green thigh, daring to reach between the Orc's legs. Bozga looked up at her as she did so, lust burning in her eyes. Meena was shocked by how hot, how wet the Orc was - at least until Bozga returned the favour and she realized she was in much the same condition herself. Meena's toes curled up as she felt Bozga trace a finger around her sodden lips, taking a circuitous route around her aching clitoris just to tease her, and then let out a deep moan as the Orc pushed inside her, stroking at her inner walls, pushing in and out, and occasionally flicking her love button when she wasn't expecting it. Her green fingers were thick and meaty, but they were surprisingly nimble.
"Oh, Bozga..."
She felt the Orc's hand pressing gently against the back of her own, the one that was between her lover's legs, and she realized Bozga was encouraging her to try it out herself.
Slowly, she pushed a finger between the other woman's labia, whimpering from the pleasure she was feeling as Bozga switched over to her other breast, replacing her mouth on the first one with her free hand. The feeling of touching another woman in this way was unlike anything the Argonian had ever experienced. Meena had masturbated, of course, so the geography was the same (or at least similar, given that her treasures were surrounded by scales, not skin), but the fact that it was facing the other way, added to the fact that she couldn't feel it, made it so much more intense. She decided she couldn't go wrong by doing to Bozga what she liked to do to herself, so she pressed inside with her slender fingers, feeling the Orc gently clench down on her as she did so. With her free hand, she tapped on Bozga's shoulder, causing her to look up. Instead of talking, however, she'd just wanted to get her lover's head out of the way, as she leaned down and took one of Bozga's nipples into her mouth, mirroring the mercenary's previous actions. Surprised, the Orc shuddered and let out a gasp, one Meena attempted to exaggerate by flicking the woman's swollen clit with her thumb, rubbing the fine scales on her digit over the sensitive nub. Bozga moaned and whispered her praise in her lover's ear.
"Malacath's hammer! Are you sure you've never been with another woman before?"
Instead of answering, Meena continued to suckle on the Orc's breast as if she were a child. She was finding it difficult to answer, given that Bozga's hands were still having their way with her own nether regions, and they seemed to be finding all her most sensitive spots with ease. Frustratingly, her own love button was being ignored, Bozga's finger's either stroking her sensitive inner walls or gently tracing her delicate lips. She idly switched breasts as the two of them continued their efforts to bring joy to the other. Meena had barely started to bathe this nipple with her tongue when her eyes popped open in surprise. Bozga had brought her free hand to join the own between the Argonian's legs, and now Meena felt one of the Orc's fingers pressing against her other entrance, gently but firmly. This was still more new territory for the Argonian, who looked up into her lover's eyes. Bozga was silently asking the obvious question, one eyebrow slightly crooked. Releasing the dark green nipple, Meena nodded her consent, then kissed the Orc once more. Suddenly, more pressure was applied down below and she felt the probing finger slip past the outer ring and inside her rear. As Bozga began to rub and massage as much of Meena as she could reach, the serving girl shuddered and moaned into the other woman's mouth, curling her toes from the pleasure. Meena's tactics were working; Bozga was soaked and the reptile's flexible fingers were wringing great pleasure out of her flesh. But Bozga was far more experienced, and it wasn't terribly long before Meena broke off the kiss and leaned against her lover, shaking from head to toe, muttering in her native tongue and trying to fend off the impending climax. It was at this point that Bozga touched the girl's clitoris for the first time, gently caressing it with the tip of a finger wet with Meena's own dew. This tiny stroke was enough to send Meena over the edge, groaning in a tongue few outside the Black Marsh could understand and shuddering hard, reflexively thrusting her hips forward onto the Orc's hands, trying to get as much pleasure as possible. For her part, Bozga redoubled her efforts, stroking the Argonian even harder and faster than before as Meena's vagina tried to clamp down on her nimble fingers, while her juices flowed freely. Finally, Meena-Ra's orgasm came to an end, and she went limp against the bed, panting heavily and quivering slightly as her body continued to frolic in pleasure. Much to Bozga's surprise, however, before she had even gotten her breathing back under control, Meena began to work even harder to bring her lover the same pleasure, stroking the Orc's inner walls and stroking and teasing her clitoris. Impressed at the serving girl's work ethic, Bozga leaned back and made herself comfortable, languidly licking the juice off of her fingers, keeping her other hand embedded in Meena's rear to keep her stimulated. Meena continued at a feverish pace, bringing a hand up to squeeze and massage one of the Orc's large breasts, while leaning in to kiss her once again. Bozga broke off for a moment and whispered a hint in the Argonian's ear.
"Mmmm, a little bit to the right... yes, now move down... ah, there, yes..."
She shivered with pleasure as Meena's fingers found the spot that brought her so much ecstasy, and the mercenary gladly went back to the warm, passionate kiss. The girl's inexperience showed, but she was very, very eager, and she learned quickly. Faster than Bozga expected, it was her turn to shudder with climax as white-hot bliss exploded outward from her groin to fill her entire body, biting down on her lip to keep from bellowing her pleasure to the entire neighbourhood.
The two women lay there, gleaming in the lantern light (even though only one of them could sweat), kissing lazily and lightly fondling each other. Meena broke the silence first.
"That was amazing, Bozga. I - I'm kind of embarrassed, though. I've never gone to bed with a customer before, I swear!"
She began to look panicked as she realized the situation she was in, letting out a high-pitched whine as she mentally compared what had just happened to chapter 4 of a certain novel. It had been a High Elf, not an Orc, but still...
"No, th-the book, the book is wrong, Argonian girls aren't sluts! Just because I'm the serving girl doesn't mean I - I... oh no..."
A large green hand patted her on the shoulder reassuringly.
"Relax, Meena. I believe you. You're not a slut, you just know what you want. It's not like I'm going to go out and tell everyone in the city to find Meena-Ra at the Four Dragons for an easy lay."
Meena laughed at that.
"Thank you, Bozga. I mean that, this has all been so exciting. I don't know what to say."
The mercenary chuckled, a deep rumbling sound.
"Then don't speak, let's just enjoy the moment."
Meena cuddled up alongside the warrior and sighed contentedly, simply enjoying how close she felt to the other woman, her tail gently waving behind her, slapping quietly against the bed. After a few moments, though, Bozga glanced down towards their feet and snickered. Meena opened one eye and frowned slightly, confused.
"What's so funny?"
"Look at yourself, you're a mess!"
Meena glanced down between her legs and held a hand up to her mouth, embarrassed; her juices were all over the place, shining brightly on her scales.
"W-well you're no different!"
The Orc nodded solemnly.
"Hmmm, you're right. Well there's only one thing to do for it."
"What's that?"
"I'm going to have to clean you."
Bozga sat up, and Meena was about to insist that the beautiful Orc didn't need to give her a bath, but instead of getting off the bed, she moved forward and leaned down towards Meena's groin, leaning on her hands.
"Bozga? What are you - oh my!"
She gasped out loud as her lover's tongue gently grazed her inner thigh.
"Mmmm, you're quite tasty, Meena. I think we'll both enjoy this."
The mercenary began to gently lick the Argonian's scaly body, lapping up her dew, while Meena twitched and jumped underneath her, her arousal beginning to climb once again. Unable to see what the other girl was doing to her, Meena was totally at Bozga's mercy. She let out a yelp as she felt a hot, wet tongue slide across her vulva. Bozga made a clicking noise with her tongue, and exaggerated the motion of scratching her head.
"Now that's odd. I thought I was finished, but this part is still dirty."
Meena writhed on the bed, biting into a pillow as the Orc traced her lips with the tip of her tongue, licking gently at her love button on the top of each circuit.
"Hmmm. The more I clean this part, the dirtier it gets. I'm gonna have to give it some elbow grease."
She shifted her position, not-so-subtly moving so that her own crotch was directly above Meena's face. For a moment, Meena just stared, as if in awe, at the swollen lips above her, then shuddered out of sheer naughtiness as a drop of Bozga's juices fell away and dripped onto her face. Bozga stopped licking the Argonian for a moment to look over her shoulder.
"Would you like a written invitation, Meena? Turnabout is fair play, you know."
Taking the 'hint', Meena reached up and grabbed onto the Orc's buttocks for leverage, then tilted her face up and hesitantly licked at Bozga's snatch. On a few occasions, when she was playing with herself, Meena had felt naughty enough to taste her own juices. She discovered that her new lover tasted similar, but different; like a different brand of the same drink. Relieved to discover that the task wasn't as heinous as she'd heard, she pressed her snout against the Orc's hot flesh and licked to her heart's content, shuddering with pleasure as Bozga returned the favour. For a while, Meena tried to mirror what Bozga was doing, as it seemed to her that feeling exactly what she was doing to the other woman would be delightful. But since she couldn't see anything except the Orc's feminine area, she found it extremely difficult trying to match the movement's of the mercenary's tongue, and quickly gave up, choosing instead to just wing it. She started by rubbing her long, narrow tongue against one of Bozga's inner walls, then sliding it around to tease the other, before pulling out for just a moment and wrapping the tip of her tongue around the Orc's clitoris, the corners of her mouth turning up as she felt the swollen little nub throb against her tongue, as Bozga let out a quiet moan. Really starting to enjoy herself, Meena reached up and spread Bozga wide open with her fingers, the better to get her tongue deeper into the other woman, something the warrior greatly appreciated. In the art of oral love, as in the manual stimulation earlier, the Orc was far more experienced than the Argonian. However, despite her familiarity, Bozga had never felt anything like Meena's nimble, prehensile tongue, which seemed to have a knack for finding each and every one of the mercenary's pleasure spots and caressing them deliciously. In fact, it wasn't too long before the Orc found herself grinding herself against her lover's face as if she were in heat, even enjoying the way Meena's scales felt against her womanhood. Shortly thereafter, Bozga shuddered from head to toe and gasped as pleasure exploded throughout her body, her love tunnel trying to grip down on Meena's tongue, which continued to lick and tease the Orc even as she came. Bozga's nectar flowed freely onto Meena's face, running across the spaces between her scales, getting snatched up as that magnificent tongue whipped back across her face before returning to the Orc's hot pussy. Bozga let out a cry, then bit down on her lip once more to keep her outdoor voice from making an appearance. She was light-headed and she felt weak, floating on a cloud of bliss. It was a good thing she had trained her strength to the point it was at, or she might have fallen on top of the younger woman. When her climax had finally come to an end, Bozga shook her head to clear the fog, smiling tiredly over her shoulder at her beaming lover.
"I thought the kiss was interesting, but that was... I don't even have the words. I haven't come that hard in weeks. I don't have your tongue, but I'll do my best to repay you."
Turning back to the reptile's swollen folds, Bozga went all out, returning her massaging finger to Meena's rear, scraping along the inside edge of her lips with the tip of a tusk (something Meena greatly enjoyed, though she wasn't even sure what she was feeling), and teasing her aching clit without mercy; blowing on it, licking just underneath it, or pressing a finger against it without any of the delicious friction the Argonian so badly desired. By now the poor girl was holding on to Bozga's thighs like they were safety bars, moaning and begging the Orc to let her come. And so her lover leaned down and kissed her love button, flicking the tip of her tongue across it as she did so. The serving girl let out a short shriek before she clamped a hand over her mouth, her thick tail smacking hard against the wall as her entire body trembled in orgasm beneath the mighty warrior, who calmly lapped up her juices with an enormous smile on her face.
Meena stretched out on the bed, her lipless mouth grinning from ear to ear as Bozga lazily traced her scales with a finger, stopping every now and then to run her palm over the serving girl's well-formed behind. Neither of them had spoken in quite some time, as neither of them felt words were necessary. It was the Argonian who finally broke the silence.
"Before I met you, Bozga, I'd never dreamed of doing anything like this. I never knew it could feel so good to be with another woman."
The Orc smiled down at her, her teeth, pointed as they may be, no longer seeming at all scary.
"Who knows what makes a woman feel good better than another woman?"
A thought flickered across Meena's eyes, and her smile faltered for just a moment. Bozga was very good at reading people - you have to be when you're a mercenary, in order to know when someone's being honest and when they're really planning to stick a blade between your ribs - so she picked up on the slight sign.
"What's wrong, Meena?"
"Oh, it's nothing..."
Bozga reached under the other girl's chin and gently stroked it with the tip of a fingernail, something the Argonian enjoyed very much.
"Come on, you can tell me."
She wasn't very comfortable discussing the problem in detail, and it showed in her confused words.
"Well... I've enjoyed this so much, Bozga, but... it's not like I never liked being with men, I mean, I still like the idea of men, and, well..."
She looked away, and once again she would have blushed if she could have. Bozga ventured a guess.
"And it feels like something's... missing?"
The reptile nodded self-consciously.
"Fingers aren't very big, and I've always liked that filling feeling... does that make me shallow?"
Bozga kissed her on the tip of her snout and smiled.
"No, it doesn't. Not at all. I definitely prefer females, and even I like that 'filling feeling' as you put it. Just a moment."
She got off the bed and walked over to her belongings. As she did so, Meena took the opportunity to admire the Orc's shapely posterior.
"I picked this up in Elsweyr some time ago. The Khajiit are clever, to be sure. Aha!"
She stood and turned around, all smiles, as she held up her prize. It looked very much like a man's erection, except it was easily twice as long as the largest Meena had ever seen. She was actually slightly alarmed.
"By the stars, Bozga! You'll never get all that inside me!"
"It is a good thing, then, that I don't intend to."
"What?"
Bozga changed her grip, revealing that the other end of the object was also shaped like the head of a penis. The Orc gestured at one end, then the other.
"You take this side, and I'll take this one."
Meena's eyes widened in excitement. She'd heard of women using similar devices when they desired the company of a man but could not enjoy the real thing, but she'd never heard of one built for two women at once! Her grin returned, unable to contain her excitement.
Soon Bozga and Meena sat on the bed, knees apart, their legs intertwined, their treasures almost touching. Meena had pushed her tail off to the side to keep it from interfering. As the serving girl watched, fascinated, Bozga pushed one end of the toy between her lips, into the passage which was still quite slick from all their earlier play. Bozga sighed happily as she pushed it inside herself.
"Ahhh, that's good..."
When she got it to a depth she liked, Bozga scootched forward until her buttocks were touching Meena's. She leaned forward and spread the trembling Argonian's folds open and pressed the other head of the toy between them. Meena, big stupid grin on her face, shivered and made an interesting noise as the toy slid into her, a deep, rapid clicking sound from somewhere in her throat. Bozga smirked.
"I didn't know Argonians could do that."
Meena giggled.
"Most mammals have never gotten an Argonian this relaxed."
Bozga winked at her, then pushed her hips forward. Meena gasped as she felt her end of the toy nudge against her sensitive walls. Experimenting, she thrust forward herself. She quickly discovered that whenever either of them did it, it pushed the toy deeper into both of them, only to have it slide back out a little when she sat back. At first, she just pushed forward at random, wanting more and more pleasure, but Bozga showed her a better way, the both of them soon working together to form a delicious rhythm, pleasure rippling up both of their spines. Their feet locked together at the ankles behind the other's back, and they both leaned forward to stroke and tease the other's clitoris, finishing their mirroring by kissing passionately, with a hunger like they were lovers separated for decades reuniting for the first time. As Meena felt the hard, yet pliable toy rub against her sensitive spots once again, she closed her eyes and imagined that it wasn't just a toy, that it actually belonged to this wonderful woman, who had filled her with so much pleasure after feeling lonely and sad for so long. With each thrust of her hips, she felt "Bozga's penis" push deep inside her, spreading her open, filling her up so wonderfully, even as she felt the Orc's fingers gently playing with her throbbing clit and bringing her closer and closer to the release she desired so badly. When it occurred to her that Bozga was feeling exactly the same thing, it increased her pleasure almost by double. She cried out her lover's name as she orgasmed, her slick walls gripping the toy hard, as if she didn't want it to escape. Before she had even finished coming, Bozga joined her in ecstasy, thrusting forward until the toy was almost entirely hidden within them, while they kissed as though their lives depended on it, and stroked and played with each other's bodies.
At last, they were too exhausted to continue ravishing each other, so they simply cuddled in the bed, Meena feeling very, very safe and happy in the Orc's strong arms, enjoying the feeling of a warm body next to hers for the first time in a long time. As Bozga stroked her lover's frills, she spoke quietly.
"I had not expected to find someone like you here, Meena. Someone who makes me feel this good. Someone whose company I enjoy this much. Hell, we're even colour-coordinated."
Meena giggled as the warrior ran a hand down her scaly green back.
"I feel the same way, Bozga. Talk to me, tell me of your life."
And so, the mercenary told her tales of her childhood among the Orcs, of her life on the road, and a few of the more family-friendly adventures she'd gone on. Meena listened, enraptured, hanging on every word, asking questions from time to time like a child hearing a bedtime story from her parent. When Bozga no longer felt like talking, Meena told her about her life in the Black Marsh, how odd the society of men and elves had seemed when she first arrived, and how being a serving girl, while not as glamorous as being an adventurer, was surprisingly fulfilling at the end of the day, considering that she made people happy and it kept a roof over her head and a warm bed under her scales. They talked for hours, growing still closer to each other, until finally they fell asleep in each other's arms.
"Meena-Ra."
The voice was quiet, but insistent. She tried to shoo it away.
"Mmmm..."
"Meena, please, wake up."
Meena grudgingly opened her eyes, then sat up in foggy confusion. Bozga sat in the room's only chair, dressed in full armour, her axe and shield strapped to her back.
"Bozga, what is this?"
"I - I couldn't bring myself to say it before. I'm only staying in the city for this one night. I've taken a job to the south, protecting a caravan on its way to the Imperial City. I have to leave."
Meena felt a cold pain in her chest, and she took Bozga's hand and gripped it tightly.
"No, please, stay here, stay with me! I - I think I love you, Bozga gra-Noorg. And if it's not true yet, than I know it can become true. Please don't leave me, we've only just found each other..."
The Orc looked away, pain showing clearly on her face.
"I - I don't know how I truly feel about you, Meena. I've been hurt before, and the pain makes me doubt my feelings. But... you are incredibly special, and I truly wish I could stay. I just can't. I've already taken the advance payment, and if I don't do this job, they could jail me for breach of contract."
"Then take me with you!"
She leaned forward and clasped the Argonian's hand between both of hers.
"Meena... for me, this task will not be that dangerous, the only thing we might encounter is a few trolls or bandits. I can handle those. But you would be in terrible danger from such attacks, and I could never forgive myself if something happened to you. Listen to me: the job will take about a month, and then I will be free once more. If you're willing to wait, I promise you I will return as soon as I can."
Meena nodded quickly.
"I told you, Bozga... I want to be with you. I'll wait as long as I have to. I'll be here, at the Four Dragons. Even if I lose my job, I'll come here every day for a year if I have to."
The Orc smiled slightly.
"Thank you, Meena. Thank you for thinking me worth waiting for. I'm sure a little more time with you will remove all doubt about my feelings."
She leaned forward and kissed the Argonian on the forehead, before standing up and walking to the door, making a small salute with one hand as she opened it.
"Until we meet again, Meena-Ra. And just so you know, I'll be telling everyone I meet going this way that the Four Dragons is the best inn in the city. The food is good, the beds are warm..."
She grinned wide enough to show off all her teeth.
"...And the room service is the best I've ever had."