Journal of The One-Eyed Dragon Entry 3
Author's Note : These Entries are in no particular order, the given numbers are merely the order in which they were posted. This story should not be read if you are under the age of consent. If you are easily offended, or bothered, do not read this as it is based off a game that is a Mature rating. There will be acts of violence, rape, criminal negligence, and other dark themes. I do not own Oblivion and make no money off of this. This is purely fanmade and for personal ejoyment, of which I decided to share with the community.
These are the tales of He-With-One-Eye. A Shadowscale Argonian born of the Black Marsh. Imprisoned falsely, thanks to a lying Khajiit. He-With-One-Eye is often called The One-Eyed Dragon, or the Scarred Dragon. It could be because of his brutal nature in battle and even cruller tendencies when it came to getting what he wanted, or the fact he had lost his right eye to some unknown, or rather: untold accident. He was forced into the Imperial Province, but by some fortune of luck, he escaped prison on the blood of the last Septim.
How Quaint.
Entry 3
I was getting sick of this. One thing after another with these damn mages! Joining a guild should be a sign of loyalty not a measure of patience, for I had none! Damn Imperials! To join this Sithis forsook guild I had to gather several recommendations from other Mage's guilds, many of which I merely bribed or charmed my way in. Yeah, those are high recommendations my friend, I use that term lightly as well. I was doing well, until I had to haul my tail back to Cheydinhal. Memories in this town really, where it all began for me as a thief, and here again doing the ranks of mages. There are reasons for my actions, all of which will serve Sithis in the near future, but for now I am playing dog with these Imperial scum, and it only got grander when an Altmer was tossed into the works. How dreadful. If Dark Elves weren't bad enough. Altmer had enough ass-stink to provide for the rest of the Provinces. Falcar was the leader of the Cheydinhal mages, and clearly was not going to make it easy to join. I had to find some damned ring some useless errand-boy failed to return.
After giving me the request, the Altmer up and vanished. He had the right idea for I was moments from slitting his throat in his sleep. Deetsan, a fellow Argonian (I have grown used to the Imperial word coming to understand it is not so much as a derogatory term in the Imperial's lands, it was the only word their limited vocal chords could pronounce when it came to describing our kind) and a mage who was skilled in Alteration magic, had offered me a place to stay for the night, knowing well her leader was more of a prick and less of a leader. She was quite the colored female. Her scales were a jade color, like precious emerald and her tourquoise scales were in perfect condition. She would be perfect to make eggs with. I made sure her offer was just that, a chance at fertilizing some eggs. I have not seen a proper female like her since I had arrived in this country, obviously forsook by the Nine.
Her invitation was not retracted and I soon followed her into her chambers, of which I learned she rarely used, but I had been a special case. It was obvious Cheydinhal lacked proper Argonian males such as myself. I was a prime specimen. I was born and bred in the Black Marsh. I was well trained in combat, stealth and commerence. She closed the door to her chambers. Because she was of a certain rank and (later I learned in disgust) none wished to share a room with her. As soon as the doors had closed she began to strip herself of that constricting Imperial cloth. I was able to see her bright scales. She was indeed in good health, and my testies ached to dump seed into the fertile female.
As much as I knew her parading about was showing off and instinct, I could not find it in me to give a flying fuck. I was quick to remove my clothing and armor, allowing the medium, Orc Armor to hit the ground. She raised her tail and gave me a good view of that lovely hole. Unlike the mammals she had a nice, single hole. Nothing so damn confusing. She crouched a moment on the ground and pressed her tailhole to the floor, pressing on those sweet smelling glands. My cock could not take it and was already up and forcing its way out of my throbbing slit. I felt a hiss rip through my throat as the female leaned herself on the bed and presented herself to me. I was smart and didn't hesitate.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and rubbed my scaled body agianst hers. Sweet friction. I had missed this feeling so much. Softskins and furry-assed Kahjiit didn't have this feeling when you rubbed agianst them. I felt that familair presence of a tail raising agianst my body and I simply began to hump at her tail hole. My cock was ready, but if I did not stimulate her to release her eggs this would have been as fruitful as fucking an Imperial male in the ass and hoping for clutch. I was twitching and was rock hard. Pre-cum was already drizzling down my cock. I didn't make the effort to even look where I was sticking cause I had my chest flat against her back, trying to get into a proper position where I rolled up under her tail and would be able to spear my cock into that waiting hole.
It only took a few moments of stimlation before I felt her tailhole begin to throb. She was ready and my instincts took over. I bit down on her shoulder, free from the worry that I might sink my fangs through. I pushed my cock up into her tailhole, driving myself to the hilt. I nearly came there feeling the base of her hole press right up against the muscles of my slit. They contracted and choked my cock, trying to help along that painfully delicious milking process. I rutted Deetsan hard. She was a willing female with unfertlized eggs and come Oblivion or high water I was going to make her clutch. I pounded up into her hole, her tunnel a perfect fit around my throbbing cock. I set no pace, just driving as deep and hard as I could cause being in a female like Deetsan my instincts were to cum into her over and over and fill her to the brim with my seed.
I was sure I felt her. Her entire body was trembling with that gentle growl that only worked to turn me on more, and make me harder, were it possible. I came in her fast, but continued to rut her. She wanted that clutch and I was damn well sure I would be the one to spread my seed into such a willing female. Her rumbling growls were a call to passion, a call to my fucking seed, which I gladly pumped into her three more times. It was exhausting and I ended up collapsing on her, but my cock stayed rammed in her hole to make sure all my seed took.
I made sure to thrust into her a few more times before I pulled out. She told me about the ring being down in a damn well. Well fuck's sake.
She said she would teach me how to breathe longer in polluted water, that nasty crap Imperials called 'clean water'. I agreed, and rutted her a few more times til morning came. I would be back to make sure she had my clutch, than fuck her agian and give her another. But I hadda go find that ring, and damn mages can be sure I will take my time fucking my way up your ranks before I become a feared wizard and a powerful tool for the Sithis.