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Keeval-da is a self-proclaimed sly minded conswoman who often uses her feminine wiles to trick men out of hard-earned septims. With the dark green scales on her back and face accented by her smooth pale green chest, thighs, and bust bordered by reds, she has swayed many a man from his gold with cunning bargains of "physical action" that she never had to keep. This landed her in a bad spot one day, however, when she crossed her path with that of Narvil, a dark elf. Narvil was offered a "good time" if only he were able to remove her debt at the local inn; the owner, however, did not follow Keeval-da's plan and informed Narvil of her deal to split the gold and leave town...

"So, that Argonian is trying to make some fast coin with her body, and not give it up eh?" Narvil asked with a grimace. "I think she needs to be put in her place, and I know just where that is. Let's continue this charade" he said, suddenly grining, "Tell her to meet you outside near the Turn Breach cavern."

"What exactly did you have in mind? I'm not killing some poor girl over a few coin" the innkeeper said searching the dark elve's features for clues of truth that he'd perfected over the last thirty years at the inn. With surprised shock Narvil replied "No, of course not! I plan to toss her into the caverns, it will prolly take her days to find a way out." Seeing the reluctance in the innkeeper's silence he added, "I'll go in the back way and get her if she's not out in 2 days. Argonians can easily go 2 days without food."

"Perhaps you should just have her arrested, Narvil. You seem to be thinking a bit rashly, have a drink and think it over some." Narvil, displeased with the innkeeper's words, shoved his forearm under the man's neck and backed him against the wall while holding a glowing left hand in the Innkeeper's stunned face. "That will do nothing! The guards will say she's not broken ANY law! In fact, they will say I have, by thinking she was going to go through with her end of the deal, I would be hit up for soliciting prostitution!" shoving his arm harder against the man "With an Argonian! Do you know what that will look like to the others around town?! No, she must learn by our hands." Releasing the gasping innkeeper he turned towards the door. "If she's not there tonight...I will be here tomorrow." Just as he passed the threshold of the door he whipped himself around and with a loud crackle, fiery embers tore from his hand and snapped an empty bottle of mead behind the keeper into bits.

Keeval-da was pleased with her new deal, not only would pay for her room and board next week but also give her enough gold for traveling to the next town without making another "deal". Smiling, she decided to check with the innkeeper and if the "debt" was settle she could end this trial before meeting with Narvil tonight. From prior experiences, she knew that conning them in person can be a hassle when it's time for your end to be held up, and you plan to remove the burden of such by more trickery or simply running away. Opening the door she noticed she innkeeper was not happy to see her (as she expected) but played her part the same to save face. "Did I hear my debt had a mysterious donor today?" she said, tracing circles on the table with her finger and leaning over it to reveal her subtle breasts. "I'm not your mark, lizard." The innkeeper had spoken 'lizard' with true spite.

"Ouch." she replied, moving to a standing position but keeping her toothy smile. "There are better names to call me hun, anyways...have we been paid yet?" Looking around for eavesdroppers, the innkeeper leaned forward, "Yes, but I cannot give you gold over the counter." Keeval-da noticed he seemed to hesitate here before saying with deep breath "Meet me near Turn Breach cavern, it's secluded and close by." With a smirk and slight shyful tilting of her muzzle she began speaking quite clearly for others in the room. "If you want to meet me somewhere, why not upstairs? You could 'show me to my room' and I could 'show' you a few things", playing with her tail almost as a nervous reaction. -He doesn't know that I intend to ask for the money up there and claim this simply as a way to make it not look suspicious- she thought to herself. The keeper replied in quiet, hard tone "Hush, you think I want townsfolk assuming I am after some damn lizard!? Look, I don't want trouble. Just meet me where I asked... Please?" The innkeeper showed honesty but also a twinge of pleading as if something needed to be done. "Alright, but if you're tricking me I'll 'cut' you out of the deal, got it?" patting her sheathed knife on her hip.

When she got back to the room set aside for her, she hurried some spare things into a knapsack. She readied her knife, rarely used, with a dab of paralyzing posion and armed a second blade between her breast, a small throwing knife. "That Innkeeper must have sold me out! No matter, I can take him with brute force and Narvil won't be able to chase me down past the river after he's been stiff for 3 minutes", gripping the handle of her knife. Then I can take all their gold and leave for Cyrodill. Maybe meet up with my cousin Dar-ma, she would offer me a room without question."

Keeval-da looked around the clearing and saw only the Innkeeper, as expected. But not being a fool, she lurked around the outer edges hoping to figure out where Narvil might be, or if they brought others. Hearing a noise behind her, the argonian leapt slightly but saw nothing. Must be the wind, she thought as she finished surveying the area. No Narvil in sight, the fool must think he has a trick to play here, or perhaps she misjudged his pleading attitude as fear when it was merely a desire to get it over with? -No matter, I have no choice since I am out of coin and I cannot keep living in this manner without looking well-kept and appealing.- "I'm here as promised, do you have my half?" she called from the shadow where he would only hear her.

"I do, come where I can see you, I've a... favor to ask... a, 'private' favor."

-Ha! My secondary mark hit after all? I had thought him adverse to Argonians, but I have obviously failed to read this man well.- Keeval-da kept her guard up as she approached even still she managed a seductive strut in her guarded stance. Getting close to the man she gazed down his flanks and observed no weapons. "What kind of 'favor' did you have in mind?" placing a hand around his neck and pulling his waist firmly against her own.

"I want--" There was a short jolt of shock when she ground up to the man, he was not aroused at all... This was indeed a trap! Leaping back from the innkeeper she saw just how close she came to danger as he was struck by a green light and the telltale vapor-like magic surrounding his body -Paralyzing spells! Then Narvil could get his end of the deal without my consent, though it's not likely that he can use something so strong again, he must have been using an invisibility spell too!- Those are both difficult spells she knew he would have to recharge for a while, -I must strike now- she thought. twisting her lithe body around she spied a glimpse of his robe behind a tree and rushed towards it, drawing her poisoned knife. Reaching around it she drove the knife where his thigh would be... but hit only a robe. a feint within a feint, clever. Turning too late, she caught a second stun spell at her waist... -No, not a full scale paralysis, he used what he could but it won't last long- she thought as she painfully slumped over to the ground, laying uncomfortably on her tail.

"I figured I would have to plan out several contingencies for a conswoman. Not as dumb as I looked was I?" Narvil said happily, walking closer. "Wh-a-at...?" Barely able to reply Keeval-da decided to save her remaining strength against the stun for a needed moment. "I planned to hit you and the Innkeeper with that stun blast" he said leaning down over her, kicking the knife from her hand and straddling her waist, recieving a spiteful glare from Keeval-da. Never had she been caught like this! Damned magicians, she began condemning herself for meddling with anyone who can cast magic. "My own spell creation", spoken with admiration of himself while he moved his hand down Keeval-da's cheek to her neck. He's taking his time for someone with only a few minutes, what is he really up to? she thought.

"It works within a small radius..." he continued as he traced his hand around the underside of her breast cupping her gently, nursing an angry, yet whimper-like protest from Keeval-da. She could feel him getting aroused above her already, he was enjoying his dominance too much for her tastes. "...and has a strong effect..." squeezing her left breast he felt the knife between her pair and stopped briefly to remove it. "You planned to kill someone? Tisk tisk, my dear, never kill... humiliate." After tossing the knife out into the woods, he reached his hand behind him and pressed his fingers up against her body. Ge could feel her through the fabric of her dress and her underwear, pressing the fabrics into her vent slightly. Her body jerked at the motion of his fingers forcefully grazing across her. Keeval-da tried to curse at him through gritted teeth, knowing the stun spell would end soon.

"I always had a thing for Argonians." he sat up slightly to readjust her. "and I wanted to have your end of the bargain fulfilled tonight" Narvil said while he lifted her limp body over his shoulder. "But I can't finish in such a hasty manner, I do hope you enjoy the maze-like caverns. Only I know the way out and shall come back for you when I'm ready my dear." He set her loosely to her feet and moved in to kiss Keeval-da.

Now is my chance, the stun is pliable. I must force my body into action now to escape! With effort she managed to knee Narvil in the groin and shove him aside, the stun still slowing her down she tried to make it into the river nearby. I'm almost there, once I am in the river he cannot pursue me, I can breath under the currents and need not worry about the undertow. Let us see this elf use magic when he cannot speak or see me! - she reassured herself.

"Ack!" Keeval-da exclaimed. Her actions were in vain, for he was not delayed long by her weakened attack and in her slowed state was unable to create the needed distance to escape. Narvil grabbed her by the arm before she leapt and pulled her back to his grasp. "No! You are not getting away, I will have you by next moon, Argonian wench!" he cried out while forcing her to the cavern opening. "You, you can't do this. Stop this!" she began, pleading with her regained voice but he already had her positioned over the cavern's entrance, a small slip in the side of rocks merely 2 meters tall with a depth unknown to her. I must maintain my calm, else I lose track of my direction and focus! Keeval-da said to herself as she was shoved into the abyss.

"Now then, what shall I do with you, eh?" Narvil said directing his attention at the Innskeeper who lay helpless on the ground to his left. "You've obviously seen too much of my ill deeds... but does that warrant your demise?" he mused. "Perhaps a deal, you will hand over the deed of the Inn to me in exchange for your life. You shall continue to operate it as you do now, but cross my whims and it shall be sold for my benefit and you'll be left a beggar." He cackled at his ingenious plot, knowing the innkeeper would not risk his life financially for the girl who he helped set up. "You can't decide yet? Oh of course, the spell! No matter, I'll wait with you overnight 'til you're able to agree." Laughter filled the air while he thought of his deal with the innkeeper and his mind played heavily with the memory of his "catch" in the caverns... She was a fiesty one, I will enjoy facing her again, those small but elegant breasts and her strong thighs... obviously a swimmer and runner. he mused to himself, wondering how she will feel inside. Will she be tight? Warm? Smooth? He had enjoyed the exotic feel of her scaled flesh of her cheek and neck against his hand... will the rest be as tantalizing to the senses? He could not fathom.

Keeval-da woke slowly on the cavern floor. Shaking her head, the argonian got to her feet. At least I can move freely again. Now to find a way out. She heard movement nearby, reaching for her knife out of reflex, but finding the sheath empty she decided to keep herself hidden 'til the maker of the sounds could be seen.

A skreever hopped into view and ran across the hall-like passage she resided in. It passed her without notice, to her relief, skreevers always gave her a shudder. Insufferable vermin, her mind pulsed the phrase on instinct at the sight of them. Wandering the cavern, she sought a way out, against Narvil's assumption that only he knew the way out. Keeval-da knows there is always a way out of any situation no matter how bleak it may seem. After several hours of searching, her clothes worn and torn near the base, she realized she should have eaten before leaving last night. Or perhaps slept, instead of searching, for the walls had begun looking alike and she feared a pattern of circles would be her undoing.

Her mind began to play tricks with her now... I'm hearing voices, as if someone were in this barren cave with no food to survive... The voice began to grow louder as she spied light glowing ahead, fighting the urge to shout out for help she crept slowly towards the light hoping to see someone besides an armed and rested Narvil. "Come on now, don't be shy... Grim will feed you, give you a good place to sleep too", the unknown male seemingly named "Grim" called out.

-I am hungry, and he obviously knows I am here and drew no weapons nor attempted to come after me- she thought of her situation and decided it best to take the offer of free food and a good rest. Keeval-da turned the corner of the rock wall to find a middle-aged imperial man, dark hair matted with filth and a crazy eye that seemed to lurch oddly upwards. He was looking down at a skreever and feeding it tiny chunks of mushrooms. Grim cried out while jumping to his feet, pointing the mushroom at the intruder he found before him. A Argonian female, young by guess perhaps 20's, wearing a white lowcut blouse and a tan dress with frayed bottoms. A confused expression lie across her face as the Skreever scurried away into the darkness.

"Who are you?!" "I'm sorry, I - " "How did you get in here!?" "I was - " "Nevermind, get out! You scared away my friends!" "You were talking to the rats!?" "Of course, only they listen! They are gone now, thanks to you!" "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I was thrown in here against my will, was seeking a way out, and heard mention of food." "Oh, NO! Food is for Grim! I need it for me and my friends." Grim moved to the fire covering a pot with lid and his hands above it. -how long has this man been in here?- "I understand." she started to consider ways of getting some food for herself, perhaps a offer could be made with this desperate imperial man?

"I would like to be your friend, may I sit with you by the fire?", spoken in careful tone, motioning her hand towards the fires. "Hmmm, Grim suppose... Grim has not had to hear others for a long time... maybe longer!" -This might be easier then I hoped- sitting down closely she noticed him shift further away, clearing a slight path to the cooking pot.

"So Grim, how long have you been here?" "Grim has been here for... for... Grim doesn't like to listen, you listen to Grim instead", jabbing a finger in her direction. "Alright, talk to me then." -This old nut job is cutting my patience thin already- "Grim likes your pretty eyes, orange is my favorite color." he smiles widely reminding Keeval-da of a lost puppy being found. He put the mushroom down and crawled over to her spot, looking closer at Keeval-da, mere inches from her face. "Yes, I like orange! But not white!" he proclaimed as he gripped her blouse at the shoulder and tore half of it apart before she could react. -Damnit, he's fast! And strong! What has he been doing in here?- her mind raced with anger but also fear from his show of speed.

"Hey!" Keeval-da stood up to find Grim standing already along with her. still wearing her bra but covering herself just the same. "I didn't mean to hurt you, Grim just didn't like white on your green." sounding with sadness of an apology before adding, "Green is much better with orange", and grinning once more like an idiot. -The man acts like a child... but also like a animal... and now he is... staring at my breasts, like a normal man.- Exasperated with her day's events, she sat back down near the fire to regain some warmth lost in her hours within the cold cavern, a blank expression of 'what the fuck next' or the -.- look on her face. -At least with Narvil I knew what to expect, this is insane. I should play to his childlike side and gain a meal that way.- "You didn't hurt me, but don't tear my... colors anymore" Keeval-da asked while tying the remaining blouse into the bra to cover at least half of her body. "I bet you have some good food there", gesturing to the pot over the fire.

"Grim is best cook he knows! Grim makes food daily for himself and his friends help." "Am I your friend?" "Maybe...", raising his brow. "What do I get from you? Pretty eyes." -By the nine, this man must be tripolar!- "I can make... Grim, very happy." -I think I could focus on the one I know I can trick. Then turn to the child Grim for forgiveness and leave before enciting the barbarian-like Grim.- "I am already happy." Keeval-da laid down across the floor pulling her right corner of the torn blouse slightly down. "And show you some more green, and maybe give you something more personal", patting the ground beside herself. "I like green. I will feed pretty eyes for her offer." Moving next to Keeval-da, he reached out hesitantly to her waist. She allowed him to place his hand at her waist but stopped him as he moved it up her flanks toward her chest. "Not till I'm fed." "Hmmm, Grim will feed after. Pretty eyes may deny her bargain after." "I couldn't run from you, Grim is so fast. You might deny my food after."

Grim sat thinking for a good minute before sitting up, saying, "I will get pretty eyes some food! pretty eyes will like it!" -Thank you! it smells decent enough, I hope it's good.- Grim went swiftly to the pot and dished out a good portion, handing it to Keeval-da with a grunt saying "Eat fast, I am hungry too!" -Maybe I could use the romp, it's been long enough since my first mate died. He's a bit dirty but strangely cuddly-looking... What am I thinking? He's a twisted nut job, prolly worships Sheogorath!- "I will try." The soup was not as good as she hoped, she could pinpoint a few bits of mushroom like he was feeding to the skreever and some chunks of meat... rather not think on what animal he had down here for that. Maybe it was poisonous soup and caused his delusions but she needed food and it hadn't killed him so far. She reluctantly hurried through the bowl since every time she stopped, he would move in as if she was done eating and ready for his "part" of the offer. She had thought this out and never offered "sex" but something "more personal". A kiss should suffice and if he were to grope her she could accept that too, but she was not entertaining the thought of anything more with this "Grim" fellow in a cave. As soon as she finished the bowl he took it from her and went back to the pot, then returned with a full portion and began eating it himself. -Ah, he meant food... Ha, I can't believe I missed that. He only has one bowl.-

She looked at him strangely while he gorged his face into the bowl, lapping up the soups remnants devilishly fast. Once finished he placed the bowl back near the pot and glared at her with a grin. -He must be expecting me to come to him, fair enough.- She got to her feet to once again face a standing Grim, uncomfortably close to her with his hands at his sides. "Pretty eyes is ready to give herself to me now after food?" his hands moving to her waist. Without speaking she put her arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. His hands froze at her waist with confusion, his talents upstairs reflected the same confusion, but his loins had no confusion at all. He smelt horrid when this close and his hair was not merely filthy, it was grotesque and filled with lice among other moving insects. He was clearly not a "small man" but even if Grim were thrice so endowed below the belt she would still not desire him. After the short kiss and embrace she let go and pushed off of him. "A kiss for a meal." said Keeval-da, gasping for cleaner air and now wishing she had accepted the food after this.

Grim stood puzzled at first then "That's not fair! Pretty eyes said she would sleep with Grim!" "What? Grim, I said something more personal. I cannot sleep with, Grim, until I know him." Grim obviously didn't understand the phrase she spoke and replied, "Where more green!? Pretty eyes said more green! Grim wants another kiss too!" Shuddering at the thought but knowing it was the deal. She never lied about deals, only played with words to mislead and redirect the way to get what she wanted... she didn't intend to break that now and shifted the remaining white blouse off to the floor of the cave. "I will kiss Grim again if he can show me the way out of the cave."

"Grim knows the way, pretty eyes will give more then kiss for it though. Pretty eyes will give herself to Grim, then Grim will show the way." He was eyeing her as she began to fiddle with her tail in actual nervousness pondering if he might hurt her if denied. "I... will... allow Grim to 'feel' my body," quickly adding, "One hand." "Hmm, Grim can feel your green? Grim accepts." He had moved her brastraps down her sides while she remained still, hoping it would end quickly due to his previous show for lack of endurance. The time neared the next moon and no doubt Narvil was not far away and prepared to take her by force, possibly killing her after. Once he had freed her light green scaled breasts from their holder, he cupped and squeezed her perky mound, eliciting a sharp inhale from Keeval-da. It rarely got to bare skin in her travels. It was always a simple trick, nothing serious was ever done in the past few years and she only had one true lover who had been slain years ago in a senseless caravan raid in the marsh homelands. He played with her breasts and traced the red outlining scales for a while cooing as he did, his other hand grabbing at his crotch. "Pretty eyes has soft greens... and softer light greens", grazing his hand southward where the scales got finer. He crept his hand slowly down her abdomen and belly. He reached her tan dress and stopped, looking up to her face and seeing her eyes shut tight. -Why did I agree to this?! I could run... but he is too fast. too strong.-

"Pretty eyes has softer green below the tan?" Her attention snapped back from her thoughts to realize his fingers were tracing the hem of her dress. She shuddered as he started to remove her belt, and began to take in deep shallow breaths in attempt to calm her senses.

"No more orange? Grim likes your orange." He sounded sad, yet still his hand prodded down her rougher-scaled outer thighs, pressing the dress down off of her body and causing her to visibly shiver, not knowing whether it was due to the cold of the cave or her feelings of his dirty hand roaming across her thighs. She pulled her legs in close together and her tail folded under and between her legs, still wearing her panties but not wanting to risk them like the dress. -What if he doesn't stop at groping me?! oh divines, what will he do?- she questioned .

Grim, moving close, gripped her tail firmly but gently. "Grim will find out where this leads." his hand trailed up her tail. -No-one has grabbed my tail before like this, it feels more wrong then him groping my breasts and thighs.- She watched and felt his hand pass up her tail's length and pull it from between her legs, tracing underneath it to feel her vent through her panties. Keeval-da gasped when his fingers grazed across her gender. Rubbing her sex gently only made her tense up, locking her legs together like a soft-scaled vice on his fingers he produced a low growl as he pulled his hand back and gripped the panties, pulling the rim over her tail and returning to her front. "Okay, think we are..." Keeval-da started but was interrupted "SHH!! Pretty eyes not talk, only listen. Grim not done yet" he said, still massaging his erection with his other hand.

Tears began to well up in her eyes in expectation of this foul male's next advancement. Grim had placed his hand at the front of her panties and lowered them to her knees with a short struggle. She could only whimper in unwanted desire while he placed his hand low on her thigh, moved it gracefully between her legs, which she held together firmly, and headed north toward her sacred region. His hand stopped on its way up between her thighs where he began to wiggle upwards, prying her legs apart knowing she could not resist because of her deal. Her tender inner thighs were light green and had hints of red next to the joining darker outer edges. His hand a vertical shiv held firmly between her thighs, he moved it up against her sex, the edge of his pointer finger now rubbing her gently against her folds. she whimpered at his touch and began to cry as he moaned. He moved his hand into his pants stroking himself as he slid his finger across her gap. he slid his finger to the top of her vent and pressed inside soliciting a displeased moan from her.

Grim pulled his hand back and stared at Keeval-da. "Don't cry pretty eyes." When she opened her eyes next she saw Grim looking back, concerned. She could not answer through the tears. Grim pulled her into a hug, his erection up against her belly "I sorry, Grim has been lonely and has asked too much of pretty eyes. You forgive?" His rank smell filled her senses and burned her nostrils. "Will you, show me the way out now?" she said, wiping her eyes then pressing him back from her. "Grim knows the way!", hastily moving to the cave paths she came from, he turned and looked her over once more. "Pretty eyes has pretty body. Better than my friends before her. With more colors too!"

-Did he mean the rats? What in the hells...Colors? My clothes! Yes, those would be good.- Calming herself and regaining her composure, she replaced her garments and even tied the torn blouse back around half her top. Grim was waiting patiently around the edge and motioned for her to follow him saying "Grim knows the way!" He was indeed very fast, she had trouble keeping up in the caves which he would remind her of by calling out "Grim has to go slow since pretty body is slow." After many twists and turn they came to an opening she had likely walked past multiple times in her "circle escapades" due to its size and being just beyond a outcropping of rock. The opening was barely wide enough for her to squeeze through.

"Grim will not go. too many talkers out there, not enough listeners." She simply nodded to him saying, "Goodbye Grim." To which he answered, "You talk too much, need to listen more", before trotting back the paths to his burrow. Glad to be free, though she had to find her way to another town find enough gold to get new clothes and restart. Still, she was free! How good the night air felt, much warmer than the cave. Suddenly she heard a ruffle in the woods -Night? Oh no! Narvil?! Have I walked into a planned trap already?- When she turned, the motion caught the shadow's attention which revealed by its shape to be a deer. She laughed out loud at the fact of being fearstruck by a dear. How cruel the fates can be to one down on her luck. Slowly she stepped forward to meet a bright green flash in front of her, an unmistakable vaporlike paralyzing spell... -Fuck!-

She had been struck dead-on with Narvil's signature spell, who was apparently standing still a few paces in front of her, invisible. "I'm not sure how you found the exit, it was well hidden." She heard him say as she fell sideways with familiar 'thud' feeling. "How nice of you to announce your presence by laughing at getting away." Grabbing her by the hand, he started dragging her to an open field where he layed her out neatly. Arms out to the sides, legs close together, for now, and her head positioned to look at him during the act. He moved over her body and straddled her hips. "Seems you had a wardrobe malfunction in there...", taking out her old knife from his pocket, he cut the blouse off of her.

"There, that's better." Groping her breasts once more getting a stun-muffled rageful grunt from his victim. "You're right, this should go..." he cut the bra through the middle and spread it, giving him full view of her supple breast. "Very nice Keeval, I like the slight hint of reds near the outer edge, you argonians have such variety!" Cupping her breast as she breathed heavily, he sighed with delight. "This stun will last a few hours, plenty of time my dear, plenty of time." Slowly sliding down her body, he began to kiss her lips...-a muffled cry, neck... -a whimper, collarbone... and breasts... -displeased groan, making his way further down her torso over her smooth and tone belly, getting a shudder from the prone lizard. He removed her belt but picked up the knife again and began cutting her dress slowly, starting at the bottom and working his way up. She tried to cry out against this act but could not.

He felt up her lean legs before progressing to her thighs, which got her breathing heavy. Firm and strong, he reached under to feel her rear, gaining a startled inhale, and traced the underside of her tail to tip. Holding it within his hands followed the tail to her body once again. "We just got to the interesting part..." She tensed up as he ripped her panties down to her thighs, stopping to marvel at her incredibly small vent. She whimpered knowing he was now one of few that had seen her sacred regions and he was doing it against her will. "Wow girl, I'll have to loosen you up first..." he proclaimed while he pulled her panties off her. He moved her legs further apart for a better view while he rubbed a hand over her clit and one across her left thigh to keep her steady, getting an unwanted moan from her.

"That's right dear, you'll like this after a while... you'll see." He moved his hands down and spread her vent with one and inserted a digit into her hole. She screamed in protest but it was only a muffled cry. He had committed a great atrocity to Keeval-da but her mind was unable to fathom the next steps through her blind rage. He moved the finger in and out of her slowly while he kept her stretched open. She tried to beg him to stop but couldn't speak as his digit ravaged her body. "You're really tight my dear, but I think you may be ready for stage 2" He pulled his finger out, to her relief, but replaced it with two digits at her door. Her gate was fighting him as he tried to fit the second finger inside her, but with some force and a labored cry from Keeval it was there. He stopped spreading her cave and replaced his grip on her breast as he moved up her body. He plunged his fingers deep and began pumping her. With each pump she tensed up, but due to the spell was unable to make any motions. She began panting with undesired pleasures testing her core.

"Yes my dear, give it up." He pressed his fingers deeper into her now moistened slit, adding a twist motion to his thrusting digits. -This defiler! I am to be tormented by this fiend?- He lifted her head and gave her a forceful kiss while he pressed into her deeply. Slowly, he removed the invading units from her damp, pulsing path with a slightly slick sound before moving off of her. -Oh, no...Please no- her mind was racing with the future actions to come as he removed his shirt. He removed his buckle and stepped from his pants out of her view.

"Now for the 3rd act, are you ready Keeval-da? To meet with your end of our bargain?" Her protests were in vain as he leapt atop her body, caressing her curves and enjoying her smooth scales against his flesh. She could feel "him" over her entrance while he groped and fondled her. Kissing her neck, he rubbed his cock back and forth across her opening teasingly, relishing her frightened responses while he played with her lithe frame. He moved back and positioned himself at her wet vent, then moved the fine pale scales covering her silky flesh opening away with his hand and slowly crept his shaft up to her slit. He prodded her vent once, twice, and a third time finally pressing inside her tight body, grunting as he forced himself into her silk vice. She howled in disbelief as his shaft breached her fleshy walls. Inch by inch, penetrating her small frame as it adjusted to the dark elf's appendage to his great pleasure while her tender walls seemingly fought to keep him out.

"My, my, you're so incredibly tight, and warm...", pulling back and pressing harder, he gained another 2 inches through force, her mind protesting her body's reaction of pleasure, she continued to whimper but began to moan. "from a cold-blooded argonian maiden!" Moving her leg over his shoulder, he pressed deeper within her eliciting a moan of passion, her body was breaking. Grunting with his thrusts, he slammed hard, hilting his member in her passage. Reaching up and cupping her bossom, his length filling her crevice, grunting and moaning, he moved to a slow but painful ramming, his hips hitting hers. Hilting himself deep with every thrust gained sharp breaths and a trembling of her body. With her walls flexing inward against her will, he was sent reeling with desire as he made a final push, holding deep in the reptilian orifice filling her with his seed. One, two, three, four shots of his fluid coated her insides, the force of his gushing sending waves of pleasure crashing upon her, she orgasmed. Lubricating his slow, continued thrusting with their combined mixture he said gleefully, taking breaths between words, "There, you enjoyed it too, I see." Their fluids drained from her sopping wet slit onto the plains where they lay. She was panting now, while he slowed almost to a halt when he brought her hips to his, burying his meat against her cervix and holding it deep. " But we are not done yet..." Her eyes bulged thinking to herself -Why won't he stop? He had his way with me already, what did I do to deserve this torture?-

Torturously and with a slick "splop" sound he removed himself and turned Keeval-da over, face down on the ground and laid over her body. "Mmmm, just a lil' more midnight entertainment before we part." Kissing her neck, he ran his hands from hers down her arms, then across her shoulders and down to her waist. "Let's see where this leads, shall we?" he said before scooting back with his thighs behind her rear. Taking her tail in his hands, he slowly pulled it from under him dragging its ridged scales along his groin, and lifted it high in the air, revealing her dripping wet vent and the small puddle beneath it to the night air. Her pleas went, once more, unanswered while his hand traced down her tail and finally into her once more. He hooked his hand under her rear fingering her tight opening while he licked the underside of her tail held by the other hand. "You got tight again! Good, you're turning me on!" -How? I am not even moving you sick freak!- her anger returning but fading to bliss as he located her G-spot, recieving a pleasant cooing from her.

"Like that, eh?" focusing for the spot he just had, he leaned over her. His cock was already throbbing with readiness against her tail while he fingered her tenderness. Kissing her neck again, he reached up to cup her breast, so firm. He stopped cupping her to merely turn her face to kiss her deeply before returning the hand to her lovely light green mounds. "Oh Keeval, come here!~" he cried as he removed his fingers and gripped her hips, pulling her roughly against him. Picking up her hind quarters, he guided her onto his dick. Placing himself against her wet vent, he could feel her giving in, her path was quivering inside at his revisit to her warm catacombs. He thrust into her with ease from her own wetness which betrayed her. A wet sloshing emanated from his assault of her innocence as he deeply and roughly violated her again.

She was panting in passion now, her sex giving in to his whims, edging him for more. He kept pounding her 'til her body shook with a second orgasm, sending him into overdrive. For a second time he sprayed into her body, and though he had not yet removed himself, she could feel him "leaving" her body. He was shrinking within her. the experience beyond compare but completely drained, he came off of her, letting the cum run vigorously from her twat before rolling her face up again. "Now, I will clean you up, and you can be on your way", picking up her lower half and pulling her flooded vent up to his face (putting her in an uncomfortable position with her neck bent hard against the ground) and licked her clit.

The shock of it sent her into a pleasure burst and had her body wanting to move toward him. He started to lick inward, delving out her nectar and his alike. "You taste good too! Hahahaha!" he exclaimed before returning to his 'duties' of licking her out to which she verbally asked. "Ooohh, please stop." He licked deeper "Aaaahh, noo..."

"You're not done yet", rubbing her clit while licking and her eyes rolled as she cooed and panted. She spilled again from his lashings and he got all he could before letting her lower half come back down to the dirt. He made his final run by caressing her face, Keeval-da inhaled sharply, expecting more torment to come. ...licking her cheek to which she turned her head slightly. ...gripping her buttocks, getting a squeal from his captive. ...stroking her tail which disturbed her and placed him dangerously near his favorite region. ...and forcing 4 fingers into her twat with a rough push, holding her at the hip with the other hand which caused her to jump suddenly clutching her hands together in front of her chest. -I moved! I can finally get away from this beast!- "Oops, looks like fun is over... You're too good of a lay to let go however, so I will keep you." "No!" they were both tired from his efforts but mostly Narvil. Keeval-da was just under lingering stun effects. She pushed the naked male aside and tried to get up but was pressed up to a nearby tree. "Oh, yes! and..." he glanced down. "You got me ready for another round, maybe you can play too!" he kept a arm across her neck while she kicked he attempted to position himself at her gate. "I'm stronger, give it up", propping his leg between hers and grabbing the other leg with his free hand, lifting it above his waist.

"No, stop! HELP!!!" she screamed. attempting to press him off with her hands finding them only caught by his grip and pulled over her head. She continued to struggle getting her legs free before he could put himself in position. It did not last long with the struggled huffing and puffing, his cock raged with lust for the feisty argonian's moist tender folds once more. He separated her legs with his own and with her back to the tree, inserted himself slowly, her wriggling enticing him further.

"Aaahhh, mmmm..." she whimpered at his entrance. Demoralized at her defeat, she stopped the struggle and decided to let him rape her. Up against the tree, her hands above her head held together, legs outstretched to the sides around his hips and his cock lodged a firm length inside her walls, she buckled with unwanted pleasure, crying with sadness but moaning in delight as he pressed past her folds over and over. "Glad you finally see it my way." He was thrusting to her limp body, she unwilling to put up anymore fight and knowing no one would hear her cries, which seemed to merely goad him further. She started gasping as he came in her again, this time picking her up and dropping her at the tree's base. "I like you Keeval, I've never had a woman so fine as yourself." Standing over her he went to his pile of clothing and gathered a harness and leather bindings.

"Go ahead... I don't care anymore! KILL ME YOU BASTARD!" "My heavens no, I can't kill such a pretty thing". But as he reached down to tie her hands a knife jutted out from his neck, spewing his blood onto the ground before her, mixing with the fluids trailing down the dirt. Gasping for air, he dropped the bindings and turned to have his torso sliced wide open, giving his guts free will to follow gravity and plop and splatter to the earth in front of a tall dark haired man, his hair matted with filth and his clothing old and dirty. Grim stood before her with a smile.

"Grim heard you scream! You are alright now pretty body", looking over her nude form and restating, "Very pretty body... " "Grim!" Keeval-da cried in astonished glee. Her renewed life filled with opportunities once again. "Grim knew you had softer greens below." He stepped back as she ran to him and held him close to her. He dropped the knife but noticed he had another hard object now instead. She was too happy at her rescue to care about his boner or her nakedness. "Pretty eyes... Grim will leave his cave for you", touching the back of her head, gently holding her to him.

Keeval sobbed out, "Just don't leave me", unphased by his delicate embrace and his stench. "I won't, Grim listens to pretty eyes. Pretty eyes listens to grim." Sobbing, Keeval-da was in no mood to correct him with her true name. To this day Grim still calls her "Pretty eyes" unless he's in the mood, then it is "Pretty Body". When they returned to town the innkeeper begged her forgiveness and expained his own peril from Narvil and offered them jobs at the inn and free boarding for Keeval-da, Grim, and the two little ones they shared later...

Grim became a excellent cook, when given proper tools and ingredients, and after a bit of cleaning up became quite the handsome man. His mind was still pieces of a whole but all loved to cook, the color green, and his "pretty eyes". Keeval-da stayed at the inn with her mate, Grim, and enjoyed her work as a waitress, serving those who came by and not having to leave the Inn as she had developed a fear of the dark. She never hustled or had to draw a blade again.

Their children were named "Tailess-Gri" (turned out more human-like then argonian) and "Valda" (turned out full argonian). Valda grew to become a delightfully skilled argonian mage, her talents in alteration and enchanting were known well, as was her beauty. She was sometimes referred to as the "Scaled Enchantress". Tailess-gri became a bitter merchant, not too well known, and shunned for being a human-like half-breed argonian. He developed a liking for alchemy and its properties, using it to enhance his quality of life.