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The water lapped against the docks. The wood creaked and groaned with each movement. I leaned down again to pick up another crate from the latest shipments to Windhelm.

"Hey, Marshes, pick up the pace before I kick your sorry ass to Oblivian!" Torbjorn Shatter-Shield yelled from the stairs to The Argonian Assemblage.

I rolled my eyes and hoisted the crate onto my shoulders.

Torbjorn never treated us nicely. The Nords of Windhelm seemed to have an unnatural hatred of anything non-human. The Dark Elves got the worst of the taunting by living within the city walls. Argonians, on the other hand, only had to deal with the taunts and distaste of the Nords on the docks, as they weren't allowed within the city gates.

This was life. I had grown accustomed to the difficulties of dock living. But things got worse when Ulfric Stormcloak became the Jarl of Windhelm, even more so when he started his rebellion against the Empire. I was still a young hatchling when Ulfric came to power. Soon after that the rebellion began. Though it was only small skirmishes back then, the conflict has now become a full out war with the death of High King Torygg.

The last news received of the war was King Ulfric being captured, then escaping with the supposed dragon attacks.

An outburst of fanfare and cheering came from the bridge above the lake. On the wind I picked up some of the yells.

"He's back! King Ulfric is back!"

"Make room! Let him pass."

I placed the crate down near the rest for whoever would open them and walked to the edge of the dock. I couldn't see much from my point of observation,but the gates to the city stood wide open and I could see the heads of most of the city's residents pouring out to see their "king."

"Worthless bastard," I muttered under my breath. I had hoped that Ulfric would have died on his way back, but as it usually happens in my life, my dreams didn't come true. I have never stepped foot in the city. All I have known was the pathetic excuse of housing giving to Argonians. I still hold the hope that if Ulfric dies, freedom for all races will come to Windhelm.

"What did you say?"

I jumped at the question. I hadn't noticed Torbjorn had come up beside me. His face was disturbingly close to my own.

"Nothing, sir, I...I,"

"I better not hear you say anything against the Jarl. I'm watching you, Marshes." He trudged off, walking back towards the gates of the city.

I sighed in relief. Torbjorn was barely paying us already, I didn't need to give him a reason to cut my pay, again. He always seemed to have it out for me. The pathetic whelp raised on the docks. For 20 years I had to put up with the bastard. I couldn't wait for that ray of hope.

Every night I would dream of something better. I knew it was just around the corner, but with so much horrible things going on in Skyrim, how could it be? The war, among the normal terrible happenings, like thieves and murders, and now dragons!

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That night, I rolled on my small cot, barely feeling the warmth of the worn furs over me. Sleep never came easily anymore.

After an hour of tossing and turning, I sat up and rose to my feet. Perhaps some fresh air would be good. I put on my shirt and jacket, then tip-toed around the other sleeping Argonians. I pushed on the door slowly. The hinges squealed in protest. I winced and looked over my shoulder to see if I woke anyone. A few rolled or scratched, but no sign of arousal.

I slipped through the opening of the door and carefully shut it behind me. The air was cold and the noticeable scent of coming snow hung on the wind.

"Cold night," I said to a torch wielding guard.

"Yes it is. Couldn't sleep?"

"How could you tell?" I asked and sat down on the stairs.

"Heard any news lately?"

"News about what? There's a lot going on right now," the guard said, leaning against the wall.

"I don't care. How about the rumors of dragons, they true?"

"According to the Jarl they are. It burned Helgen to the ground."

"Seriously? Hard to believe any creature could do that." I started picking up a few pebbles off the steps and tossing them away.

"No one has seen a dragon for thousands of years. How could anyone have been prepared for that?"

"True," I said. "Anything else?"

"Apparently an Argonian was there. Helped save a few of Ulfric's men."

"Really? Been a long time since any new marsh folk came to this gods-forsaken place."

The guard chuckled. "Craving some heat, Scout? You'd probably start missing the cold halfway through Cyrodiil."

"He'd die of heat stroke long before then," Someone behind me said. The guard looked up. "Hello, Neetrenaza. Couldn't sleep, either?"

"Nah, saw Scout here come out and decided to follow. Better than hearing Wader moan in his sleep. He's been going on for days since he ran out of skooma."

"Poor bastard, shouldn't have had that stuff in the first place."

"I know. I was the one who hid his stash. At the bottom of the lake. Good thing he can't stand the cold water," Neetrenaza chuckled and put his arm over my shoulder. "This guy was perfect for that. He loves the cold water."

"It's mighty refreshing. You don't know what you're missing." I slapped him in the gut, making him grunt.

"You'll freeze your brain one of these days. Probably already have. Quick, what day is it?"

"Shut up, Neeter."

The guard just laughed at our bickering. He got up from the wall and started to walk away.

"How about I leave you two alone, gotta go do my rounds anyway. Goodnight."

"Yeah, see ya." We both said.

When the guard was out of sight, Neetrenaza leaned over and kissed me on the snout.

"You know, you're pretty cute when you're embarrassed."

"Shut up," I said, and grabbed his face and pulled his snout to mine. Our jaws locked and soon our tongues were a tangled mess. I reveled in the sensations, his taste and how he moved his tongue in almost a dance with mine.

When we finally came up for air, he gave me a toothy grin.

"You sure you've never kissed anyone else? You seem to know what you're doing."

"You seem to be in a teasing mood," I said. "And no, just you."

"You'll find someone, Scout. If I wasn't married, I'd take you to Riften right now."

"I sure hope so." I kissed him softly on his nose. "But for now, it's just you and me."

I stood up and held out my hand. He took it and let me pull him to his feet. Together, we walked to the other end of the dock, by the East Empire Trading Company Office. A tanning rack stood next to the water. a few rolls of leather lay piled next to it, I grabbed the top roll and laid it out over the stone floor of the docks. Neetrenaza pulled the tanning rack around us, making a barrier from any unlikely passersby's.

"It's been awhile since we've done this," Neetrenaza said.

"Too long," I laughed and knelt down on the leather.

"Are you sure you want to? I won't make you."

Neetrenaza always asked that question before we had our fun. Ever since the first time, I've never hesitated with my answer. With eager hands, I unlatched his belt, letting his pants fall to his feet. Neetrenaza never wore a loin cloth, so with his pants gone his slit was displayed in it's beautiful green scaled glory. Neetrenaza could easily be confused as my brother from afar. On closer inspection one could see that my scales were darker green with hints of blue, while Neetrenaza was just plain light green. The other main difference between us are the adornments on our heads. We both have horns, two large curved ones on my head, and many straight horns on Neetrenaza's head. Dark blue feathers also adorned my head. Neetrenaza's hands now rested in those very feathers, ruffling them with loving strokes.

I leaned in close and stuck out my tongue. Neetrenaza's tip was already poking out of his slit. My tongue circled it, teasing a bit before leaning in closer and letting my tongue slip past and into Neeter's slit. I began lapping, letting my tongue play around his shaft before brushing against the sensitive skin of his slit. He moaned at the attention I was giving him.

"Guess there's my answer," he said.

Slowly, his shaft eased out of his slit, taking up the space my tongue occupied. I turned my attention fully to his member and began licking it. My tongue danced and curled around the sensitive flesh. A drop of pre leaked from his tip and I eagerly lapped it up, relishing in the bitter-sweet taste.

My own member began to fill with blood and started to get uncomfortable in my own pants. I readjusted myself. Satisfied with the ease of pressure on my own penis, I returned to Neetrenaza's. This time I didn't tease him. I took the whole length into my maw and began to suckle. Another moan and an "Oh, yeah," escaped from Neeter's mouth. My tongue rubbed incessantly under his length.

All the attention I was giving to my older friend was paying off. I felt his hands move to the side of my head and he began thrusting slowly into my warm jaws. I smiled a bit, careful to not let my teeth meet Neeter's sensitive member. I let him do all the work, occasionally letting my tongue dance around a bit. More juices leaked out of the length in my mouth and his base began to swell. Soon, my efforts would be rewarded.

Neetrenaza's knot grew faster and I reached up to hold it. In the cold air, the warmth on my hand was wonderful, even reassuring. I knew that what I held in my hand, (and had in my mouth) was one of the most personal parts of the one who had always cared for me. When my parents had died, he had taken me under his wing. The act we were doing now was not in any way taking advantage of each other, but a way for us to share the love we had grown over the many years together.

Neetrenaza gripped my head a little harder and began thrusting faster.

"I'm getting close, get ready."

I began playing with the hard shaft in my mouth more earnestly, getting a few more rumbles from Neetrenaza before he tensed and moaned.

Musky spurts filled my mouth, the taste slightly more bitter than the pre that preceded it. I swallowed quickly, ready for the next shot of semen to spray on my tongue.

With each volley I swallowed greedily, sucking all I could out of the shaft in my mouth. All too soon, though, it ended. I gave a few more sucks, teasing Neeter's tip. Slowly I let the rod drop from my maw and licked my jaws. Neetrenaza laughed and ruffled my feathers even more.

"You certainly have a talented mouth," Neetrenaza whispered.

"I get a lot of practice," I said, smiling broadly.

Neetrenaza bent down and pulled up his pants. After buckling his belt he reached out and grabbed my arm. He gently pulled me to my feet and held me in an embrace. I nuzzled into his shoulder, enjoying his warmth.

"Your next, Scout."

"No, next time, okay," I said. "It's time for us to go back to bed."

"Hmmm, are you sure?" He asked. His hand fell to my groin and groped my still semi-erect penis. I groaned and held onto him tighter.

"Because. . . I'm not tired," he said. His hand played with my belt, unlatching it. My trousers fell to the ground. Like him, I wasn't wearing a loin cloth, giving him straight access to my now fully erect member. He began stroking slowly. A rumble slowly rose from my chest.

He stroked me for a few minutes then drew his head close to mine.

"Have I ever told you that you are beautiful?" With that, he drew me into another kiss. Our tongues danced together, sending rolling sensations through my body. Neetrenaza began to stroke me faster, using my own liquids to make my length slicker. My own knot began to swell at the bottom of my penis. Neetrenaza stroked a few more times. An all too familiar feeling began to fill my groin.

I kissed Neetrenaza more deeply. We both moaned into each other's mouths. His hand moved to my knot and squeezed. That was the last straw. The pressure built and then exploded out. Jet after jet of my seed flew through the air, landing on the stone floor. A few drops got on the leather, the white a sharp contrast to the tan.

I breathed heavily as we broke the kiss. Neeter licked my nose and smiled.

"Bet that felt great," he said.

All I could do was nod.

"Now it's time to go to bed." He leaned down and grabbed my pants and gently pulled them up my legs. He buckled my belt and patted my stomach. "Well, after we clean up a bit. I doubt they'll appreciate the little mess on the leather."

Neetrenaza stepped onto the stones and began to wipe the stones with his wrapped feet, using the already dirty cloth to soak up my seed. I followed suit, cleaning up my mess on the leather.

"All done, let's get back inside. It's bloody cold out here," Neetrenaza said.

"Now you complain about the cold."

"Hehe, I had you to warm me up," He said and wrapped an arm around me. "Too bad my wife will be getting back tomorrow. Would have been nice to do this again."

"There will be a next time," I told him.