Conversation
I wrote this entirely out of sheer boredom, and haven't writen anything in literal years, which is likely why my formatitng is such crap. You'll probly be happier with this if you're familiar with Skyrim, but if you're not I hope you can enjoy it anyway.
This story is fictitious in nature and describes sexual acts in great detail between two male characters. Please do not read this if you are offended by such material.
To everyone else, enjoy.
J'Zargo and I were sitting in the Mage's College Hall of Elements, having some tea and recanting our many adventures together since we both met on our first day as students. The college itself was situated in a very cold place, but the Hall of Elements itself was always rather warm. It was an easy place to sit and relax, and with J'zargo and myself both being Khajiit, the warmth of the complex was a welcome change from the usual bitter cold.
"J'zargo wonders why all the giants we face are male." J'zargo questioned. "J'zargo has never seen a female giant, has Talz?"
I thought for a moment and shook my head "I haven't either. I think Giants are one of those species that capture village women and procreate with them... forcefully. They are only capable of having sons."
J'zargo shook his head in dismay before chuckling "It is a good thing that J'zargo and Talz are not village women, then." he said, lightly punching my shoulder.
I couldn't help but chuckle back and agree. J'zargo was always one for that kind of dark humor. "But, you know..." I started. "We've adventured together for quite a while, and I've never even seen you so much as look at a women, yet you ask me if there are any Giant women?"
J'zargo looked uneasy for a moment before shrugging and throwing his hands behind his head, laying back on the warm stoned floor "J'zargo was no particular preference. It was merely a question. If J'zargo is going to be the best scholar, he needs to know everything."
I bit my lip. "No preference?" what did he mean by that? J'zargo had the tendency to shrug things off if he didn't know how to answer, but I've never heard him imply that he may go the "other" way. I had to know.
"No preference?" I asked. Something in my voice must have sounded an alarm in his head, because J'zargo quickly sat up at the question. "Yes? Well, I mean, J'zargo just doesn't see the point in certain differentiation. Why... does Talz wish to know?"
It was amazing. He almost seemed flustered. I'd never seen this side of J'zargo before. I bit my lip again, not sure of what to say myself, but my body overrode my brain. I had placed my hand on his knee without even realizing it. But he did. Oh did he ever. Our eyes locked and I could see that arrogant smirk of his spread across his face. "Is there something Talz'hamir would like to ask J'zargo?" he questioned, but he knew. I knew he knew. He knew I knew he knew. J'zargo placed his hand on mine and move my hand from his knee to his thigh. He was warm, and my mouth felt like cotton. I was cursing myself in my head. That bastard, he was the flustered one and now I was scrambling for words. If nothing else, he was an expert at speechcraft, or maybe it was his sorcery. He was pretty good at that too.
I closed my eyes for a moment and composed myself before asking the question that had been on my mind since the start of this conversation. "If I offered for you to join me in my quarters, would you consider it?"
J'zargo smiled even bigger and turned his head, gazing at me from the corner of his eye. "And what does Khajiit want me in his room for?" he asked.
Bastard.
I was speechless. Almost certain my mouth as agape. Was he going to make me say it? I felt like a fly trapped in the web of a spider. I wouldn't be surprised if this entire event was transpired entirely by him.
Before I could say another word though, he laughed. A hearty laugh. One that could only be let out by an amused puppet master who has just witnessed his master plan come to fruition. J'zargo gave a quick glance around the room to make sure we were the only one's in it before raising his left hand. It was sheathed in an eerie yellow glow. He gave it a smooth swoop and I could hear a barely audible click. J'zargo had locked all the doors. "It is cold out." he said. "Why go all the way to your room when it is much warmer here?"
J'zargo was never much for trepidation, despite all the trouble it's gotten us into. Before I could answer, he swept me into his lap, my legs around his waist, my nose to his, almost touching. In the next instant, J'zargo slid his hands beneath my robe and caressed my back. This motion pushed me forward, my chin going over his shoulder and my body instinctively wrapped my arms around him. J'zargo purred and pulled his arms up, which in turn raised mine, allowing him to remove my robe top in one smooth maneuver. I remember in our adventures that he was always quite skilled with his hands as well.
J'zargo sat his hands on the tile floor and leaned back for a moment, examining my now nude upper body. I could feel his eyes tracing over me, but I could do little other than cross my arms and look away. My face felt like it was on fire. It's not like we had never seen each other nude. We have of course, in the past, bathed together, but it there was never any intimacy involved. Not like now. It was just two Khajiit cleaning the grime from their fur. "I don't believe J'zargo has ever seen Talz be bashful before." he spoke while stroking his mustache with one hand, the other still firmly planted on the ground. "It is cute." he finished.
My ears flipped at the word. "Cute"? I had been described in many ways, but never "cute". J'zargo laughed again and pushed himself up straight "Maybe Talz would be more comfortable if J'zargo took off his robe as well." he quipped. Once again, he acted before I could respond, quickly pulling his robe top over his head and tossing it onto the floor near where he had tossed mine. "There." he said "Now Khajiit are not so different."
"Different?" No. We were never very different, at least not in terms of looks. We both have white fur with black spots, not to mention a black mane. But looks isn't what I was concerned about. I looked at him, meeting his gaze with my own. J'zargo was always competitive, even arrogant, but the way he was looking at me at that moment didn't feel judgmental. "Is J'zargo making Talz uncomfortable? Khajiit has not spoken in quite some time." he asked "J'zargo only thought that-" "No." I cut him off. He sounded genuinely concerned that he had done something wrong. I'd never heard him sound like that before. "You're fine." I continued "You just caught me off guard."
Once again, J'zargo's expression changed again. His face morphed from one of concern, to one of utmost satisfaction. Once again, he had played his cards perfectly, forcing me to lay mine out on the table for him to see. I'll have to remember to never play against him in cards. J'zargo grabbed the legs of my trousers and gave a firm pull, causing me to slide waist first into his chest, legs over his shoulders. "You won't be needing these then." he said, tugging my pants up and off me. We rarely wore our snow boots inside the Hall, so this task was easy for him, as seemingly are most.
J'zargo tossed my trousers into the pile where the rest of our clothes lay, leaving me left only in my white loin cloth, nearly upside-down. The thin cloth did next to nothing to hide the swelling underneath that I had been attempting to hold back up until this point. J'zargo let out a loud purr and reached over to pinch the top of the tent between two fingers, eliciting a moan from my lips. He pulled down, or, up from my point of view, and pulled my underwear from my legs, and revealing the pink, still half-limp flesh beneath. It flopped backwards onto my belly and twitched in the what felt like cold air. J'zargo only purred louder and licked his lips as my face burned even hotter.
J'zargo clearly had no interest in idling any longer as he lunged forward and pulled my waist upwards towards his mouth in one motion, drawing his tongue from the base of my furred testicles all the way up to the head of my penis. Despite our resemblence to cats, us Khajiit actually have quite smooth tongues. The feel of his hot saliva mixing with the cold-by-comparison air was a strangely pleasent experience, and I let out a purr to try to egg him on. J'zargo of course, didn't miss a beat and took the head of my penis into his mouth. He suckled on it gently, letting the saliva build up around it and was very mindful of his teeth. After a short time he began to delve deeper, taking in more and more of my now completely hard shaft.
It wasn't long before he had worked his way to taking the entirety of my penis into his mouth. Khajiit have the unique ability to purr while they work their partner, it sends vibrations all through the recipients body and it feels amazing. Not to mention he knew just what to do with my barbs, and I use the term "barbs" lightly. A common misconception about Khajiit pereptuated by a certain book that I won't mention by name is that they have barbs on their shafts, which isn't entirely untrue, but they're less like sharp knives and more like rubbery nubs. They are very sensitive to touch. J'zargo of course knew this. Not because he was some sort of genius, although I am beginning to have my doubts that he's not, but because every Khajiit boy learns this fact rather early on in their development if you get my meaning.
From the very start I was at J'zargo's mercy. He brought me to edge so many times only to stop when he felt my body tense up. I was allowed to relax only barely long enough to not orgasm immediately after J'zargo started working me again. I squirmed more and more with each denial, and he knew it was killing me. J'zargo's teasing went on for what seemed like forever before he eventually stopped altogether, the air once again kissing my wet flesh. I was breathing hard by this point and saw J'zargo lick his lips, purring in satisfaction all the while. Without a word he lowered my legs onto the floor and grabbed my arm, pulling me upright. "It is J'zargo's turn." he said, standing up and pulling down his trousers. His penis was instantly revealed, bobbing lightly in front of my face. I thought at first that he had pulled down his loin cloth with his trousers, but I noticed he wasn't wearing any at all when he kicked them off into the clothes pile.
J'zargo placed one hand around the base of his shaft and the other on top of my head, rubbing my ears lightly. "J'zargo showed Talz how." he said to me. I could feel the heat coming from it, and I knew what he wanted, and I obliged. I scooted myself forward and buried my nose in his crotch, taking both of his testicles into my mouth and breathing in deep to take in his scent. J'zargo moaned in satisfaction. From here I did my best to mimic the actions he took on me. I drew my tongue from the bottom of his scrotum to the tip of his head before taking it into my mouth. I let the saliva build up around it and suckled gently before taking more and more of the shaft into my mouth, being extra sure to pay special attention to those barbs. Luckily, J'zargo and I were similar in size and I managed to take him to hilt without strangling myself.
I had only just started to get into a smooth rhythm before J'zargo stopped me by holding my head still. He pulled me off with a hand under my chin and directed my gaze up to meet his. It was an odd feeling looking up at someone who is looking down on you, especially considering what I had just got done doing. "Khajiit is ready." J'zargo said to me. It almost sounded like a command. "Ready?" I asked, not quite sure what he meant. "Lay on your belly." he said, pointing to the pile of clothes.
Now I understood.
All of this was a product of J'zargo's will. He started the conversation about giant women in order for me to get him to press him on the matter, and acted embarassed in order to give me a false sense of comfort. He made the bed of clothes for me to lay on, because doing so on the tile floor would be uncomfortable, and he even sucked on my penis first so that when I went second, his would be freshly lubricated. J'zargo is a mad genius. I really was a puppet, and he was the puppet master and... and I didn't mind. I had been interested in J'zargo for a while, and I wonder how long he had been interested in me. Or maybe he really isn't. I suppose it's possible he's just taking what he can willingly get.
I swallowed hard at J'zargo's command. This isn't something I had ever done before, but I nodded anyway and complied. I crawled over to the clothes pile and dropped my knees, propping myself up on my elbows. My penis fell upon one of the metal buckles on the clothes and I shivered because it was cold. Looking behind me, I saw J'zargo smiling again. That weird full-of-himself arrogant smile that I can't bring myself to hate. He stepped towards me and lowered himself to my level, first dropping to his knees and then leaning forward and pressing his chest against my back. I felt a wet poking on my behind, and I moved my tail to the side. J'zargo placed his chin on my shoulder and moved his hand under me, lifitng my waist and grabbing my penis. "Relax." he whispered into my ear, again, sounding like a command. I shivered again and nodded. J'zargo just purred and I felt him shift forward.
The next moment was a weird mix of pain and pleasure that I have never felt before. The head of his penis pressed against my anal opening and slid it's way into me. That didn't hurt. I gasped and clenched when it happened. That hurt. "Relax." J'zargo whispered again. I dropped my head and took a breath and he shifted forward again. This time went a lot smoother. The head of J'zargo's penis popped effortlessly into me and the rest just seemed to glide in without effort, those glorious rubbery barbs sending a tingling sensation through my entire body. I knew J'zargo hilted me when I felt his scrotum against mine.
J'zargo purred into my ear and I couldn't help but purr back. "Khajiit likes?" he whispered into my ear. I nodded and shifted my hips slightly. This seemed to be the only further encouragement he needed. J'zargo pulled his hips back just far enough so that the only piece of him still inside me was the head of his penis, and he repositioned his hand on my own to match. He then pressed himself back into me, moving his hand down my shaft in tandem.
J'zargo's motions were smooth and comforting. You wouldn't know it by just talking to him, but J'zargo is very mindful of other people. Always careful of other's wishes while simultaneously getting exactly what he wants. He's very good at not stepping on toes. Or, at least, stepping on toes in a way that no one ever notices.
The Hall began to feel hotter and hotter as he began to pick up pace. My own breathing was heavy from nearly the start, and soon J'zargo's breath cought up with mine. His hand never left my aching penis from the moment he entered me, each thrust to my prostate sending shocks through my body. I could feel myself getting close once again, and I remember thinking that I would go insane if he denied me this time. I tried to say something along the lines of "don't stop" but all that came out was a gasped moan as J'zargo once again was one step ahead. With a final powerful thrust, he hilted me hard and I could feel the powerful pulsing of his penis inside of me followed by a hot liquid sensation inbetween each.
J'zargo very nearly roared as he came inside me, and gave my abused penis one last stroke. That, combined with the boiling sensation in my gut was thankfully enough to finally send me over the edge. I let out another heavy groan as I came. I tightened around J'zargo and pulsed, a thick strand of semen shooting from me, followed by another, and another, and another, coating not only J'zargo's hand, but my belly and our clothes with the thick liquid as well. Our releases seemed timed with eachother. Eventually however, all good things must come to an end and the orgasm subsided. J'zargo collapsed on top of me, and I under his weight, invariably slathering myself even more in my own juices.
We laid there for a while, J'zargo purring the entire time. I had begun to wonder if he had fallen asleep, but he eventually wrapped his arms around my neck and gave me a firm hug. "J'zargo is happy to have had that experience with Talz." he purred. I purred back and turned to face him, once more meeting his gaze with my own. "Talz is happy to have had that experience with J'zargo." I replied. He smiled at me and gave me a quick kiss, an action which surprised me. "It was Talz's first time with a Khajiit?" he asked. I thought for a moment and decided on "First time with a male Khajiit, yes." as my answer. J'zargo gave me another quick kiss and sat up, licking his semen-covered hand "Khajiit we'll have to do it again, yes?" he asked. I propped myself onto my arms and smiled at him "yes" I said. "Good." J'zargo replied. "But not now, now is time for class." he quickly quipped, snapping his fingers and vanishing in a purple mist.
Shortly after, there was a loud banging coming from the main doorway followed by what sounded like someone asking why the Hall door was locked.
J'zargo.
That bastard.