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Forge-side Service For Zsisron By Draconicon

Crests-With-Foam was a hard worker, and so was his friend, Hammers-Red-Steel. The two Argonians had been working for the orc smith Urta gro-Burzag for weeks, with his friend working in the forge, and him working in the water to guide the shipments in to Solitude's docks. They were well paid for their service, and they enjoyed having something reputable to do, unlike some of the work that Argonians had to do back in Windhelm. Here in Solitude, they were treated as a nearly-equal person. It wasn't as good as being one of the more human races, but it was better than elsewhere in Skyrim.

Still, Crests-With-Foam could never get over the way that his employer eyed him and his friend. The orc smith was a big man, never wearing more than a large tunic and apron, and it left most of his arms and legs exposed. Each limb was thick with muscle, green skin bulging with it, and there were times that he swore that the orc had something as hard as the steel he was forging under his robes as well.

Despite the strange feelings, the two of them never questioned the orc. Even on the days when they had trouble remembering what they had done, they didn't question him. He was a good employer, and they weren't going to rock the boat.

They were both in the forge one day - he bringing in some fresh iron, Hammers hammering - when Urta came up behind them. Big arms rested on their shoulders, heavy enough to make their knees shake, and pulled them in close. The smell of sweat and warm body filled their nostrils, and Crests-With-Foam groaned.

"Boys, I think it's time that we had a little fire break."

Fire break. Just the word sent a strange feeling of lethargy through the Argonian's body. He shook his head, knowing that there was more work to be done.

Urta squeezed him closer, dragging both him and his friend towards the forge fire despite their protests. The orc's strong arms kept them from getting free, and they were both turned to face the fire. The flickering sparks that wove their way up through the air caught his eyes, and he paused in his struggles, blinking at the intricate design the embers wove.

"Heh, see the fire, boys? It's been resting too. And if the fire's resting, I think we deserve the same break."

They blinked. It sounded...surprisingly reasonable, though he didn't remember Urta ever suggesting a break in the middle of the day before. Yet, looking at the fire, it did sound good.

"You boys have been working so hard. Carrying all that iron and steel around, hammering it into shape, swimming all day long. Can't you feel all that stress, all that ache in your bones? If it were me, I'd be so exhausted, so tired, that I don't know if I could even stand up."

Now that the orc mentioned it, Crests did feel rather tired. He yawned, his eyes half closing as another ember rose up. His friend yawned at the other side, the two of them slowly shaking their heads but not taking their eyes off of the fire. The warmth coming from it made him feel good, taking away from of the ache from the long day, an ache that he hadn't even noticed before now.

He realized that he was trying to sag down when the orc's arms shifted under his shoulders, holding him up. The big smith was doing the same thing to Hammers, and he realized they were both much more tired than he'd expected.

"Heh, you boys pushed yourselves so hard, didn't you? Lightweights, the both of you, but you do good work for me. Why don't you just rest, rest by the fire? See? It's resting, and I push that fire harder than either of you."

That was very true. He did. Crests yawned again, his eyes closing to barely more than slits, but still open enough to see the fire burning at the edge of his vision, the warm glow drawing him further into this strange sleep.

"Just relax for me, boys. Relax like a good pair of lizards for me. You earned it, boys. Just relax. Do what I say and relax. You earned it."

He wasn't going to say no to that. Slumping down against the orc's arms, Crests closed his eyes and rested his head against Urta's chest. He could feel the soft breath from his friend on the other side, Hammers' breath blowing over his face as they both relaxed in the big smith's arms, enjoying his embrace.

Soft words filled his ears as the orc continued to whisper to them, and slowly, Crests felt his clothes being removed. Or...was he removing them? He wasn't sure. All he knew was that they were coming off, and he was slowly exposing himself to his employer. No, not his employer. His owner. His good, powerful, nice owner, the big green orc master.

He opened his eyes again, and he saw the orc was just as naked as him. Hammers was stripped to nothing on the other side of the massive smith, and the two of them grinned. He didn't know why he grinned, nor did he know why he smiled at the big, solid cock that was rising up between the two of them, but he knew that it felt right.

They started to stroke each other for some reason. Again, Crests didn't question it. It was just there, something that they were supposed to do. And as he looked up to see Master smiling at the two of them, he jerked at his cock faster, harder. He wanted Master to be proud of him, for the Master to see him as a good lizard, and he would do whatever that required.

"My good lizards. Go on, keep stroking. A good heat needs a good stoking, and a good stroking. Keep going."

Crests grinned as he did that, panting softly as he leaned against the orc. The feeling of his hand flying along his shaft was wonderful, powerful, and he could already feel his pre oozing out between his fingers. He felt a soft thud through the Master's body, and realized that Hammers was leaning against him too. They wanted him, wanted to keep close.

The orc's hands were quick, stroking himself even as they stroked each other. The two Argonians panted, their hips thrusting their cocks into their grips as they slowly took themselves up to the edge.

Finally, they came, their seed spilling from their cocks and onto the forge fire. It hissed from the liquid, throwing up a small bit of steam as it burned their seed away. Hammers and Crests slumped back, their eyes closing. Crests barely heard the sound of the smith chuckling as he was laid down, consciousness fading as two soft words sent him to sleep.

"Good bois."

The End