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Skyrim, Arga's Story

Chapter 7: The Dragon's Price

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By Draconicon

It was obvious from the start that the 'new' dragon wasn't going to kill him or the Khajiit that had been traveling with him, but it was equally obvious that Arga wouldn't be able to get away from the creature without some sort of deal. He swore that he would come back after delivering the feline archer back to Riverwood, and the dragon reluctantly agreed to wait for him, though not without whispering something under his breath. The air crackled when he did, and Arga felt a tingle running down his spine at the time.

He didn't realize what it was until after he'd brought the injured Dar'Zakar back to Riverwood. As soon as he dropped his companion off, before he could even consider staying and helping the locals get the poor guy somewhere safe, he felt a pull at his body. It dragged him back towards the mountain, over the river and through the woods to the dragon again. He fought it for a few seconds, just long enough to say his goodbyes to the villagers and hand the golden claw back to Camilla, before it was too strong to fight. He didn't even get the gold for his reward.

As he left the village, he sighed, surrendering to the magic that apparently suffused him and letting it carry him along. There was no need for him to even make an effort. Whatever the dragon had done had ensured that he would continue walking along, moving on his own, until he had reached his destination.

Surprisingly, Arga...wasn't that surprised, or even bothered. He was more annoyed than anything else. Ever since the incident with the dragonstone flying him around like it was some sort of spirit rather than a physical object, he supposed that nothing was that impossible.

Eventually, after walking up the hills and reaching the mountain slope where the strange dragon continued to wait, Arga felt his body come under his own power again. He crossed his arms as he looked up at the beast, shaking his head a few times.

"Did you have to do something like that? I had given my word."

"Really, do you think that I could avoid doing something like that? I had my body taken away from me for years, and I was stuck in a tablet for centuries. As if I'd risk the chance for the first bit of relief I've had in that long."

"...Relief?"

He didn't like the sound of that, and the dragon showed him why. No sooner had he said it than the great feral turned around, lifting a hind leg and exposing his shaft.

It was massive, stretching from between the dragon's hind legs almost up to its chest, and considering the fact that the dragon was many times larger than he was, that was saying something. He looked at the cock, and then up to the dragon, and then back again, slowly shaking his head.

"If you think that I can help with that, you have a remarkable overblown belief in my capabilities."

"I'm not asking you to take it inside you, just help me get off."

"You think that's just so...simple?"

"I saved your life."

"From yourself."

"From something that was using me against you. There is a difference between the two."

"Why do you think I'd even be willing to do something like that?"

"Because you are still rock hard and waiting for something to deal with that?"

The Argonian grumbled under his breath, not bothering to look down to see if it was true because he knew it was. The throbbing feeling in his pants hadn't gone down since he'd stood in front of that strange wall of glowing words, and his throbbing had been rather...distracting, both against the dragon and when he was running through the woods to return to him. He crossed his arms, shaking his head a few times.

"I suppose that there is a point there."

"There is. I'll be willing to help you out, both with that, and with...something else."

"And what would that something else be? Flying off somewhere?"

"An interesting possibility, but not this time. No, I was thinking of something much more valuable to someone like you. Running about in dangerous places, sometimes running out of magicka. I imagine that you would like a new weapon."

"And what would you know of weapons, bound up the way that you were?"

"This is a weapon that doesn't need to be found. Just a weapon that needs to be learned."

The dragon leaned in, eyes sparkling as it spoke.

"I will teach you to Shout. And then, you will have a weapon that will leave many in fear of you."

"Shouting..."

He had heard of that, even seen it before. Ulfric had used it during the escape from Helgen, and the power of the Voice had been tremendous enough to make him wonder what it would be like to have that sort of power. He tapped his chin a few times, even as the dragon leaned even closer, that large head almost bumping against his chest. He didn't pay attention until he felt it nudging a little bit lower than that.

"Ah!"

"Do we have a deal?"

"...I would say that we do."

"Good. Now, get out of those clothes."

He didn't blush, but it was a near thing as he pulled at the different buttons and straps that held his clothes on. The leather armor wasn't in that good a shape after being dragged around and thrown down against stone and the various other abuses that he'd put it through within the barrow. Then again, he hadn't been hoping for much, considering he'd got it nearly for free from the Valerius's and with a few pieces from the smithy. If they were free, they were almost guaranteed not to be that good.

Still, he felt more exposed than ever as he put the different pieces on the ground, leaving him shuffling from foot to foot on the cool ground. His shaft twitched slightly as it throbbed in the open air, and the dragon smiled down at him.

"Heh, I knew you'd enjoy this."

"Shut up and let me get to work on you, then."

The big dragon rolled onto his side, wings splayed out against the mountainside. Arga walked up between the big beast's hind legs, pressing his fingers along the belly scales. They were not that different from his own dark scales, just harder and bigger than his own, slightly more pebble-like ones.

After a moment, he dragged himself onto the dragon's belly, looking down at the shaft as he stroked it slowly. The feeling of the thick thing between his fingers was different than his own cock in many ways, leaving him wondering how the hell he was going to handle it. The shaft itself was hotter, slicker, too, with all the pre-slime that was drooling out of it. He groaned as he pulled one hand back, seeing the strings of slime that stuck to his fingers as he did so.

You are one messy dragon, he thought, shaking his head a few times as he brought himself a bit closer. He took a few sniffs, taking in the sheer power of the dragon's musky arousal. It was dripping with pre, but it wasn't just that. There was something...else, almost like there was a power behind it that would make minds melt. His own, too, if he wasn't careful about it.

Arga tilted his head to the side, opening his mouth and dragging his tongue along the beast's tip. The simple touch drew a loud groan from the dragon under him, making the beast curl upwards and almost thrust that monster down his throat. The Argonian avoided it, but only barely.

"Watch what you're doing!"

"I can't help it. You try holding back after centuries of nothing."

He didn't want to think about that, nor did he want to think about how much he was going to get plastered by the other male when the time came. Instead, he turned his head to the side again, working down along the sides of the large shaft rather than trying to attack the head again. Maybe there were ways to get the dragon off that didn't involve him shoving the thing down his throat and getting his head split open.

As Arga worked his way down, he slowly found himself getting more and more aroused, his cock throbbing under him as he licked up the dragon's pre and sucked it down his throat. He licked along the edges of the shaft, stroking it where he couldn't reach, and found that the dragon was dripping more with every successive touch. Yet, for all that he was dripping and throbbing, even spurting his pre-cum, the dragon showed no sign of getting anywhere close to orgasm.

This is what I get for dealing with someone that hasn't had anything for too long. Please, please, please tell me that he at least remembers how to orgasm.

The Argonian lifted himself up, moving around to straddle the giant dick. The hot flesh against his own shaft wasn't disagreeable in terms of stimulation, and he started to grind against it slowly as he pulled the shaft upwards. It was like dragging up a fallen tree, though at least one that was no bigger than him. He pulled it up until he could see the tip against his face, and slowly dragged his tongue along the opening, almost flicking his tongue inside due to the sheer difference in size.

He didn't take long to get it pulsing beneath him, and he could feel the little jolts of pre rushing up the shaft to run along his tongue. He growled under his breath as he was forced to swallow bigger mouthfuls of pre, or risk drowning in it. The sheer flow of it surprised him, but he kept sucking away, pulling it down as fast as he could.

Eventually, he was able to wrap his mouth around the very tip of the dragon's cock, sucking along it, nibbling the flesh in the gentlest of ways. The big beast under him kept shifting around, rolling his hips in a way that nearly sent him falling to the mountainside, but Arga kept it up. He could feel the throbbing in the shaft as he hugged it, feel the veins starting to pop lightly as the ridges along the edges of the shaft began to inflate. He could tell that something was coming, at the very least, and he doubted that it was going to be anything less than messy.

Suddenly, just as he gave the tip another good suck, the dragon rolled over. Arga barely had the capacity to hold onto the slickened shaft, gasping as he hung upside down the dragon as the beast started humping into the space between his arms and legs.

"What are you doing?!"

"So...close..."

"You - gah!"

He got humped right in the face, the thick, heavy cock grinding against his cheek, and then against the other side of his face afterwards, almost like some sort of comedy punching act. The thing was so big that it nearly punched him right off of the dragon's dick, and only sheer willpower left him holding on. Willpower, and a death grip on the thick shaft.

The dragon shoved him down, the scaly hindquarters pressing him into the softer parts of the snowy mountainside, thankfully, as the dragon started to hump. Arga held tight, not daring to let go and get squished under it, or worse, impaled. He felt that slippery shaft sliding against him again and again, smearing him with pre-cum, making him feel like he was nothing more than some sort of slime creature. He felt like he probably looked like some creature summoned from oblivion. A pre-cum atronach or something.

Again, and again, and again that thick shaft battered against his body, grinding against his face, his chest, his legs, his arms, and definitely against his crotch. The only pleasure came from that constant grinding of giant cock against normal one, rubbing and grinding and nudging it back and forth with the pleasure of the bigger dragon. He panted underneath that, feeling the musk and the slime pushing him towards his own orgasm, the constant frotting between them far more pleasurable than it should have been.

The dragon above him growled, and the rumble of a roar built up in the air around them. He knew that it was almost time, and there was no way that he was going to get out of this.

Just as he thought, the dragon thrust forward and held position as it came. A sudden roar split the quiet of the mountainside, and the flood of cum was just as copious as he had expected. The Argonian groaned as he was buried beneath it, his eyes narrowed up at the beast above him until he had to close them to avoid getting them soaked with seed. His body was covered in almost-too-hot goo, burying him in the snow and creating a little hot spring out of the sheer amount of it.

When it finally stopped, the dragon pulled back, and Arga fumbled about for some of the snow around him. He grabbed two handfuls of it and shoved it against his face, feeling it melt down into water that he could use to rub all that goo off of him. When his face was clean, he managed to look up.

The dragon was smirking at him, shaking its head. Arga pulled himself out of the slime pool that was the result of the beast's orgasm, and started pushing some of the slime off of him, trying to ignore the fact that he was still hard as a rock. The dragon pointed at it with a foreclaw.

"I can deal with that now."

"You could, but I don't know if I want the way that you'd do it."

"Oh, come on, like you didn't enjoy having that whole thing."

"I'm soaked in cum, and now I'm going to stink of your orgasm for the rest of the day. Maybe the whole week, if it's like some of the clingy musk that I've felt in other parts of the world."

"Would that be so bad?"

"If I want to be at all respectable, yes!"

The Argonian shook his head. No, no, he shouldn't blame the dragon too much. He had agreed to it, and had put himself into a position to be put through that sort of thing. He had to take some of the responsibility.

"Let's put the sexual things behind us. You said...something about a weapon."

"Heh...well, if you want to leap right to that, yes."

"I do. I want to be able to fight, if there are other dragons about."

"Oh...yes."

The dragon looked...sad, almost, though Arga couldn't have sworn to it. It was rather strange to see something so large and so powerful looking like it had been kicked in the side like that.

"I...Don't want to see you using this against other dragons."

"...I'm sorry, could you repeat that, because that didn't make any sense."

"I don't want you to use the Shouts against other dragons."

"And why not?"

"Because...because I don't...I don't want to see other dragons hurt."

"What about the one that was possessing your body?"

"That one is just a jerk. You can use it on him."

"And the others?"

"...Ugh."

The dragon actually reached back, scratching the back of its head in frustration and annoyance. It was such a 'human' gesture that the Argonian had to bite back a little chuckle of his own.

"Look, I understand you wanting to defend yourself. And against other two leggers, and the beasts, and the other killers of the world, I have no objection. But...if you use it against other dragons..."

"What if I don't use it unless they attack me first?"

"...I don't know..."

"And if I don't have any other way of getting free?"

"...I guess..."

"I thought this was a deal."

The dragon stopped the hemming and hawing, and simply looked down at him. Arga crossed his arms with his head cocked to the side, looking up at the dragon with narrowed eyes. He felt he'd found it, there.

"I thought we had a deal. I would pleasure you, and you would give me this weapon. If you don't want to give it to me, then the deal is broken; you never said that there would be strictures of how I could use it."

"...I suppose I didn't. But...just let me ask this favor, then, mortal. If you find yourself in a situation to use it on a dragon, show mercy rather than killing with it. If you must kill, use your own weapons, not these words."

"I can do that much."

"Then let us begin."

The dragon leaned back, and for a moment, Arga worried that the next thing out of its mouth would be a blast of fire to burn him to ash. Yet, instead, the creature thrust its head forward with a burble of sound that seemed to rasp and slither through his ears. Arga groaned, reaching his hands up to the sides of his head, but -

don't fight it. Just let me in.

"What?"

He froze as something in his body seemed to take control away from him, the rasping and slithering feeling in his head spreading through the rest of his body. Almost like tendrils of power reaching through his arms and legs, his body was taken away from him and given over to something else. With the way that the dragon's eyes were closed, and the way that it muttered, he could only assume that it was under the creature's control.

Yes, very good, very good. You're quick enough to realize when you're in danger.

"Am I in danger?"

Not yet. But don't fight me when I'm doing this, or I might end up tweaking something that I shouldn't. Now where is it...

The dragon felt like it was rooting around in his head, turning things over like it was searching under different piles of rocks or something. It was rather disorienting to have his thoughts turned and twisted about that way, and he tried to keep his focus on something else, anything else...

Which turned out to be the throbbing erection between his legs. It was hard to focus on it when there was a dragon in his head, but at least it was something that was fairly normal in comparison to what he was going through. Arga shifted from one foot to another, remembering the various encounters he'd had. The bandit south of Windhelm, the encounter with the other Argonian at Darkwater Crossing, his brief time with the Khajiit in the Barrow...all these things made his cock throb all the harder.

Oh, right, let's fix that while I'm in here.

"What are you - nnnngh!"

Arga would have gone to his knees at the sudden pleasure that wracked his body, his entire body shaking as he was forced into instantaneous orgasm by the dragon inside of him. His eyes crossed and then rolled back as he came on the spot, cock twitching and dancing as he spewed his load all over the side of the mountain. The dragon chuckled in his head at that, and kept rooting around.

The Argonian shuddered as his cock finally started going back down, the slight knot at the base of his cock deflating and the little ridges going away as well. He felt it falling down properly, settling over his balls and getting comfortable rather than throbbing in half-painful tensing erection over and over again.

Finally, the dragon seemed to find what it wanted, and his mouth started moving.

"There we go. I can use your throat and mouth properly now."

"And this is going to do, what, precisely?"

"It will allow me to direct your voice into the Shouts that we need."

"And how do I do that?"

"Well, normally, it's powered by a dragon's soul. We have that naturally, but you only have a dragon's...blood. Huh. I didn't expect to find that in some random traveler."

"Well, I suppose it might have something to do with being an Argonian. We are reptilian by nature."

"I guess..."

The dragon was silent for a moment, but he could feel that the other male was definitely out of sorts. He had the feeling that something like this wasn't supposed to happen.

"Anyway, this is what we'll do. I will lend you some power for this Shout, and you'll be able to do it in the future. It's a little tricky, of course, but the word is simple enough. You might even have heard it before. The word is 'Fus,' which means -"

"Force."

"How did you -"

"There was a wall in the Barrow, covered in all sorts of weird letters and runes. I didn't know what they said, but there was one glowing word that slipped through the others. It kept whispering that word into my head, and it just...feels right."

"...I see that we have other lessons to learn, later, but we'll get to that afterwards."

The dragon pushed him to turn and look the other way, and Arga could feel something gathering within him, some great power that was slowly suffusing his blood. It rippled out from his chest, like the power had been gathered in his lungs or something, before pulling up towards his throat. He felt it climbing, pressing against the back of his mouth, like it was just waiting to be spat out.

Say it.

"Fus!"

He shouted it at the top of his lungs, and felt a ripple of power go shooting out of his mouth. It echoed out along the mountainside, scattering gravel and snow from the ground ahead of him, and even knocking branches off of a tree not far off. It was...less spectacular than he thought, but he could immediately see the advantages of having something that could be used just by speaking. Someone close to him, too close to hit with a weapon, could be shoved back. Someone on a ledge could be pushed off. Someone threatening him while he was unarmed suddenly wasn't so dangerous after all.

Again.

"Fus!"

This time, however, nothing happened. He blinked, and glared at...himself.

"Why didn't it work?"

"This time, pull your own power into it. A dragon can use their voice anytime they need. You mortals need time to gather the energy together. It is more reliable than your magic, but it is still something that expends energy. Try it."

Arga nodded slowly, pulling at the energy within him. He could feel it, sense the power that had been left in his blood. The thud-thud of his heart almost seemed to carry the word to his mind, the key to the power that was left to him by something in his ancestry. The Argonian pulled at it, feeling that same pressure in his chest as it started rippling through his body, and clenched at his muscles, pulling it up to his throat like he was about to spit something out.

"Fus!"

Again, the power rippled through him, but this time, without the guidance of the dragon. He almost slipped backwards, the sheer power of the word rippling down the mountainside with a burst of energy that he didn't understand, but was happy he could summon. He felt the power of the other creature withdrawing from his head, and when he turned, the dragon was rapidly ruffling at the scales that made up its mane. Grumbling as it dragged foreclaws through the scales, the dragon eventually managed to let go of its vanity to look down at him again.

"So...you're the one that Alduin was worried about."

"Who is...what do you mean?"

"It's...something I have to think about. And talk to others about. But...it's important, just leave it at that."

"..."

"Just trust me, please."

"This time. But next time..."

I shouldn't even be trusting him this time, but...he has armed me. He has given me a way to defend myself against something that is far bigger, and far more powerful, than anything that I have seen before. The dragon that burned Helgen...he might not be the best example for them, if this one is willing to teach me power like this.

He was about to leave when the dragon kneeled down, offering a leg to get up onto his back. Arga blinked, and the dragon chuckled.

"I can give you a ride to...somewhere. And in the trip, I can teach you a new word, one that will get my attention later."

"You mean that I can summon you?"

"No, you can call for me. I choose whether or not to answer, heh."

"...Fair enough."

Arga dressed himself, then climbed onto the back of the dragon, and held tight as they took off from the side of the mountain. He wasn't sure where he was going yet, but he knew one thing for sure. Things were about to get a great deal more complicated for the land than it had ever been.

The End