Swamp-Lily
(Author's Note: Skyrim is (c)Bethesda. This fanfiction contains male human x male argonian. This is actually based on my character in Skyrim, who did in fact marry Scouts-Many-Marshes and live in Whiterun).
It had been nearly a month since Scouts-Many-Marshes had seen his husband Philippus Augustinus and the young argonian man began to grow worried. Pacing about in his home in Whiterun, he brushed his scaled hand through the feathers on his head and hoped that Philip was alright. Philippus was a complicated man and was very polarized, many hailed him as a hero for helping to thwart Ulfric Stormcloak's previous invasion of Whiterun and take back several territories from his rebel army, and he had also gained a great deal of respect within Winterhold as a very talented mage, and had achieved rank within the Imperial army, despite his objections to joining them. That being said, Philippus had many enemies as well, in particular the Stormcloaks, whom Scouts-Many-Marshes himself despised for years of bullying, and Maven Black-Briar and the Thieves Guild, after he had taken part in destroying the Dark Brotherhood in Skyrim and making her ability to terrorize her enemies that much more difficult. To make matters worse, he wasn't exactly on the best of terms with the Thalmor, the high elves who act as overseers of the empire, and he had even managed to anger the An-Xileel government from his own homeland, which essentially guaranteed that neither Scouts nor Philip would be able to set foot in Black Marsh any time soon. Despite all this however, Scouts-Many-Marshes adored Philip, as a kind, generous and honest man who defended him and his friends when everyone else in Windhelm looked down on them as scum, and who fell in love with him despite their many differences, cultural and physical. Scouts-Many-Marshes sat down in his chair next to the hearth, warming himself up and thinking about his beloved.
Philippus Augustinus was a male Imperial who had traveled from Cyrodiil to Skyrim, why he came there nobody knows, not even Philippus himself. He was a handsome man with ebony hair, a youthful face and a fair skinned and well toned body, albeit hardly a bulging muscleman like the nords who typically inhabited Skyrim. When he initially came to Skyrim, he was mistaken for one of Ulfric's rebels and nearly had his head chopped off, but after a surprise dragon attack he broke free and later cleared his name with the empire and joined them. Philippus was known to be an eccentric, he preferred the company of other man and he was well known to have had a particular liking for argonians, Scouts-Many-Marshes was not the first one he had been with in the years since he first arrived in Skyrim. His first love was a scholarly argonian named Watches-the-Roots, a timid and equally eccentric argonian man who was well dressed and wore studious glasses and had a slightly pompous way about him. Roots was not a mage but more of a scientist, he studied the dwemer until one day tragedy befell him and he stepped into a trap in one of the dwemer ruins which took his life. Later, Philippus was smitten by a young and bullied argonian man in Riften by the name of Madesi, a jeweller who had a wonderful voice and a bright smile, but was anti-social and lacked self confidence. Despite his education and the money he made from his business, however small, Madesi took to living in the sewers like a vagrant, claiming that he preferred to as an argonian that likes damp places, but truthfully was afraid of being mugged and bullied by the thieves guild, Maven Black-Briar's thugs and even his fellow argonians. Eventually, Philippus couldn't handle Madesi's issues anymore and the two broke up. It didn't surprise Scouts-Many-Marshes that so many of the argonians in Skyrim were homosexuals, Scouts himself had fled his land to Skyrim for this very reason. Since the rise of the An-Xileel Black Marsh had become a very unfriendly place, homosexuals, the sickly, the poor and those who worshiped other gods or had become too "Imperial" for their liking were usually either forced to leave, hanged at the gallows or sent to forced labor camps to spend the rest of their days breaking rocks.
Suddenly, there was a knocking at the door, which caught the attention of Scouts-Many-Marshes. He ran to the door excitedly, hoping to meet Philip but was instead greeted by Ysola, a nord woman whom he had befriended while living in Whiterun.
"Ysolda, it's good to see you." Scouts said.
"Scouts-Many-Marshes, I have news you might be interested in hearing. Philippus is coming back to Whiterun." Ysolda had told him, Scouts-Many-Marshes gasped and his eyes lit up with joy.
"That's wonderful!" Scouts replied happily.
"He should be on his way here at any moment. Word is it that he helped the empire retake Markarth." Ysolda said. Scouts-Many-Marshes from that point on felt as though a huge weight had been lifted from his body, he no longer felt deathly worried but was now overjoyed.
Philippus rode back to Whiterun on his horse, he knew that when Scouts-Many-Marshes saw him he'd probably get a mouthful from the argonian about keeping him worried sick for almost a month. Even though the two were very close, inseparable even, they did sometimes have their little fights like any married couple would. Philippus always felt that when Scouts-Many-Marshes scolded him for doing something stupid and dangerous he acted like an irritated housewife, he thought it was adorable. Scouts-Many-Marshes, for all intents and purposes, took the role of Philip's "wife" despite being a man: he cooked his meals, kept the house, sold various trinkets and things during the day to make a little extra spending money and in bed was typically the recipient partner. Scouts had explained to Philippus that in argonian culture, when it was still allowed there at least, when two men were married the smaller and more submissive of the two would fulfill the role of wife in order to maintain a similar household to straight couples, this was not to say that one had to wear dresses and pretend to be a woman, but one of them was expected to fulfill wifely duties regardless of gender. Scouts decided to take this role as he knew that Philippus had greater goals in life than tending the kitchen and buying groceries, Scouts was glad to do these things if it meant finally getting out of the cold, leaky Windhelm dock-house where he and his friends used to live and having a loyal and strong lover to come home to him. When Philippus finally made it to the gates of Whiterun with a few local imperial soldiers returning from Markarth, he saw none other than Scouts-Many-Marshes waiting for him outside the gate. He dismounted his horse and the argonian started running towards him.
"Philip!" Scouts-Many-Marshes called to him as he ran to the imperial with open arms. The two then embraced and locked in a deep kiss, much to the disgust of a few soldiers nearby who turned their heads away, one of the nords shouting "Take it inside lizard!" to the couple, which they had ignored.
"You worried me to death!" Scouts said, his voice quaking slightly.
"Sorry Scout, I had to answer the call of duty. If it's any consolation, I've thought of you every night." Philip said, wrapping his arms around Scouts and staring into his golden eyes.
"There's so much to talk about love, come, let's get home out of the cold air." Scouts said as the two entered the city, Philip wrapping his arm around the young argonian's shoulder.
Inside, Philippus sat at the old, wooden dinner table while Scouts-Many-Marshes served him a plate of food.
"Here you go, this is a recipe handed down by my people." Scouts-Many-Marshes said, handing him what appeared to be a pie filled with an unknown fruit. Cutting himself a piece, Philip tasted it.
"Mmm... It's delicious, you always make the best meals Scout." Philip said, enjoying the food. Scouts-Many-Marshes then took a seat on the opposite side of him, caressing Philip's hand.
"I could never thank you enough for taking me out of that hellhole Philip, you've changed my life." Scouts-Many-Marshes said, eyes watering slightly. Philip then caressed Scouts' scaly cheek with his thumb.
"Do I come home to see tears in my lover's eyes?" Philip asked, Scouts-Many-Marshes however was holding them back.
"Tears? No tears!" Scouts said in a slightly defensive tone, Philip simply laughed.
"You're cute when you tell fibs Scout." Philip said, Scouts-Many-Marshes smiled and lowered his head in embarrassment.
"Well, if they were tears, they would not be sad ones." He said to Philip, the two then leaned forward and kissed each other before Philip continued his meal.
"I was speaking to Ysolda over tea before you came, she informed me that my good friend from Windhelm, Shahvee, had gotten engaged and may be moving here as well." Scouts-Many-Marshes said.
"That's great to hear, the more of your friends get out of Windhelm the better, I say." Philip replied, getting a nod of agreement from Scouts-Many-Marshes.
"Like some storybook she was swept off her feet by some argonian bard by the name of Cyrus Altair. He's a strange one, a gambling party-boy and poetic dandy who lived in Hammerfell with the Redguards. Real brazen too, word has it he walked right into Windhelm and punched Rolff Stone-Fist square in the face. Can't say that bigot didn't deserve it." Scouts said, getting a chuckle from Philippus.
"Good old Rolff Stone-Fist. Thinks because he's Galmar's kid brother means he could do whatever he wants. I wish I could line Ulfric, Skaarus, Elenwen and all those Stormcloak, Thalmor and An-Xileel scum up and sock them all in the face with one giant fist." Philip said.
"Easy Philip, you don't have a spell for that. You'll just have to do it one at a time." Scouts said jokingly. "But you've done enough fighting for today, I would very much like you to relax, at least for a few days and... spend some quality time with your husband."
At that moment, Philip felt Scouts-Many-Marshes move his foot to the seat where Philip was sitting and began rubbing it along his crotch, the sensation made Philip jump for a moment, and he soon began to feel himself begin to rise. Looking over, he saw Scouts purring like some form of animal, leaning on his hand and looking at him with a smile, his eyes narrowing a little.
"I'm off duty for the time being, I'm certain that I could find the time to squeeze that into my schedule." Philip said, running his fingers up Scouts-Many-Marshes' leg, making his hiss a little in delight.
"Lydia's taken the day off, my love." Scouts-Many-Marshes said softly, almost whispering, referring to the housecarl, a bodyguard who lives in the house and makes sure nobody makes an attempt on Philip or Scouts' life.
"How unprofessional of her, who knows what kind of chaos could happen in the house while she's gone?" Philip said, standing up and approaching Scouts-Many-Marshes. The two then began to kiss each other deeply, their hands feeling each other up as both parties began to moan through each others mouths. Eventually, Philip grabbed hold of Scouts-Many-Marshes and hoisted him up in his arms.
"Whoa!" Scouts said as Philip began to bring him into their bedroom upstairs. Once there they continued to kiss and feel each other as the two of them started to disrobe. Taking each others clothes off the two were finally naked, Philip's 8 inch and erect member enticing a blush and gulp of anticipation from Scouts-Many-Marshes. Scouts' anatomy was somewhat different from a regular humans', he had a wonderful, pink and tight looking anus that rested just beneath his tail and twitched with excitement, but he had a second slit where his own manhood was sheathed.
"Looks like you're not quite ready yet." Philip said. He then began to gently run his fingers along the slit, getting a soft moan of pleasure from Scouts-Many-Marshes and within moments his pink, tapered penis begin to slide out of the slit and grow to it's full length of 6 and a half inches. Philip softly kissed Scouts-Many-Marshes, the argonian's heart racing and pounding in his chest, pumping blood throughout his body and of course into his crotch. Scouts then moved Philip onto so that he was leaning against the head of the bed and leaned over his hip, facing the human's wet and throbbing member and licking his lips.
"It's been too long since we did this." Philip said, Scouts-Many-Marshes then slowly ran his forked tongue across the length of Philip's member, making the human moan. The texture of his tongue was soft, wet and almost ribbon-like, not like a human's, and the way he was able to control both of his tongue's forks allowed him to do things that no human could. Scouts-Many-Marshes held onto Philip's member in his clawed hand, who's palms were soft, possibly even more than a human's, as he licked the member in different spots: from the side, around the head, the base, he would sometimes wrap his prehensile tongue around his member entirely and stroke it for a moment ending with a long, hard lick.
"Unnngh! Scout!" Philip moaned, getting a soft chuckle from his argonian lover who was pleasuring him. Scouts-Many-Marsh then pressed his pitted, reptilian lips against the head of Philip's penis, getting ready to take the length into his hot, wet maw.
"Careful with those teeth now, love." Philip said, shortly after Scouts-Many-Marshes then slowly sucked the entire 8 inches of Philip into his mouth, making the human moan. The wonderful and familiar feelings he had experienced with Scouts-Many-Marshes on the night of their wedding were now coming back to him like a tidal wave in his body, the warmth and wetness of his mouth, the feeling of his tongue swishing around his member, occasionally wrapping around and gripping it, the way Scouts bobbed his head and slowly stroked the base with his hands, the way the inside of the lizardman's cheeks and throat felt, it was all amazing in ways Philip could hardly imagine. He had experienced this feeling before from Watches-the-Roots before his unfortunate death, but Scouts-Many-Marshes was much better at it and it seemed as though he got even better with practice.
"Oohhh... Scout, that feels amazing." Philip moaned, placing one hand against the back of Scouts' head while the other rubbed his shoulder. Scouts, feeling encouraged, began to quicken his pace and work harder, wanting to taste his loving husband's sweet nectar. The feeling made Philip throw back his head and moan, his toes curled and his body tightened, he knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer.
"Ah! Nnng! Scout! I'm coming!" Philip moaned, Scouts looked into his eyes with lust and continued to suck his penis, and moments later Philip could take no more. Throwing his head back with a gasp, he started to moan as he felt himself ejaculate into Scouts-Many-Marsh's mouth, his seed being released into the argonian's throat. Scouts-Many-Marshes moaned at the taste which he loved and he started to swallow every little bit he could, a few droplets escaping from the side of his maw. After finishing Scouts-Many-Marshes got up on his knees, facing Philip and licking any stray beads of cum from his maw.
"How was that love?" Scouts-Many-Marshes said. Philip merely placed his hand on the back of Scouts' head and pulled him close into a kiss, caressing the Argonian's arms and body which had warmed up to the heat of the room and Philip's touch.
When the kiss finally broke, Scouts-Many-Marshes took hold of Philip's member and began to gently rub it in an attempt to get him hard again, it didn't take long before Philip was erect and ready to go once more, especially knowing what was in store for him. Scouts-Many-Marshes leaned forward and once again began to kiss his husband, this time sitting on his lap, he knew that Philip loved this position. From his pants nearby, Philip then procured a bottle full of a strange, clear fluid.
"Here Scouts, shall we try this?" Philip said, showing the argonian the bottle.
"What is it?" Scouts asked, though knowing what it was for.
"I bought it from some Khajiit outside the city, it's made of the oil of a specific root, it makes lovemaking between people of the same sex much more comfortable." Philip said as he poured the contents onto his fingers and then rubbing it onto his now fully erect member, he then put a bit more on his fingers and pressed them into Scouts-Many-Marshes' tight tailhole. The contact made the argonian hiss, which was followed by a soft moan.
"Mmmm... That feels nice." Scouts said as Philip lubricated him, the argonian repositioning himself over Philip's member, looking at him eye to eye. Philip twitched slightly as he felt Scouts' tailhole touch against the tip of his penis a couple of times before the argonian took in his hand and positioned it to his entrance. Scouts-Many-Marshes then looked at Philip to check his approval.
"I'm ready, my little swamp-lily." Philip said, causing Scouts to chuckle. At that moment, Scouts-Many-Marshes began to slowly lower himself onto Philip's penis, the shaft poking against his anus for a moment before he relaxed enough for it to slide past his sphincter and into his reptilian body. The initial insertion always hurt a little for Scouts, causing him to gasp in a bit of pain as Philip penetrated his body and sank deeper and deeper into him. Eventually, Philip felt the head of his penis pop past Scout's inner sphincter, which gripped around it like a tight ring of flesh and caused him to wince slightly. When Philip had slid the full way into Scouts-Many-Marshes, the argonian moaned loudly in a mixture of pleasure and pain. The argonian looked at Philip with a slightly pained expression and kissed him on the lips, and after a few moments of having Philip inside of him the pain had dissipated and it began to feel good.
"You know, this really does feel wonderful once you're inside." Scouts said, giving Philip a kiss. Philip smiled and cupped his hands beneath Scouts-Many-Marshes' bubbly bottom to give him extra support. Wrapping his arms around Philip's neck, Scouts-Many-Marshes raised himself, tugging on Philip's exposed glans with his inner sphincter and causing the imperial to gasp, before lowering himself and letting his shaft once again bury inside of him. He continued this a few more times and Philip joined in, pushing his member into Scouts-Many-Marshes and pressing against the argonian's prostate, causing him to gasp and moan loudly. Soon enough, they were into a rhythm of Scouts-Many-Marshes bouncing up and down on Philip's lap while Philip thrust his member into him, striking Scouts' prostate each time and sending waves of pleasure throughout both of their bodies.
"Ah! Ah! Ahhh! Oh Philip!" Scouts moaned loudly as their bodies clashed together. Scouts had a certain feminine quality to the sounds of his lovemaking, although Philip would usually get clonked in the head for pointing it out, in bed Scouts-Many-Marshes had a tendency to instinctively moan like a woman, a quality which seemed to turn Philip on. Scouts-Many-Marshes continued to ride Philip, moaning and whimpering the whole time while the human groaned in pleasure. Eventually, Philip grew tired of the position they were in and placed one hand on Scouts' thigh and the other on his lower back and laid the argonian flat on the bed.
"Oh Philip! Take me!" Scouts moaned. Philip then placed Scouts' legs over his shoulders and began to swiftly thrust into his argonian husband vigorously. The room was filled with the sound of human flesh slapping off argonian scales, the rhythmic creaking of their bed and the sound of their moans, mostly Scouts'. Scouts-Many-Marshes was fortunately accustomed to being taken roughly, the time of them having to be gentle with each other had long since passed and now Scouts wanted to be screwed with every ounce of Philip's might. Philip loved the texture of Scouts' slick, smooth tailhole sliding along every inch of his length, gripping it tightly and the hot shaft of Philip thrusting into him and pounding against his prostate nearly made Scouts-Many-Marshes pass out from sheer ecstasy. Very soon, both of them began to feel their release swiftly approaching, having been denied each other for nearly a month it may be the strongest orgasms either of them had every experienced. Scouts felt a tingling sensation going up his member, followed by a strong pressure building in the base and crawling, painstakingly, towards the tip of his reptilian penis.
"AH! AH! PHILIP!!!" Scouts moaned loudly, shouting as the thrusting into his body became too much and he began to erupt, firing shots of semen into the air which landed onto his bare, scaly chest. As this happened, his anus went wild, squeezing and clenching around Philip's member, bringing him over the edge as well. Scouts' eyes nearly rolled into his head, his mouth agape in pleasure as he continued to orgasm while he heard Philip groan. Philip pushed his member as deep as he could into Scouts' convulsing anus and began to finish inside of him, his hot human seed filling the argonian's body and making him beg for more. The feeling of Philip finishing inside of Scouts-Many-Marshes made the argonian moan in delight and made him orgasm even harder, a few more shots of Scouts' semen painting his chest while the human finally finished inside of him.
When their lovemaking was finally over, Philip washed Scouts-Many-Marshes off with a wet cloth he kept nearby and the argonian cuddled up beside him in bed, beneath the fur lined blankets. Scouts-Many-Marshes purred in a reptilian fashion and wrapped his arm around Philip's chest, licking his cheek, the two of them laying beside each other panting and breathing heavily. Scouts-Many-Marshes then nipped Philip's shoulder, causing him to jump slightly.
"Hey! Watch it with the biting Scout!" Philip said.
"Hmmm... Sorry, it's an argonian thing." Scouts-Many-Marshes said, smiling and closing his eyes.
"That was wonderful." Scouts said lovingly to Philip.
"I've been looking forward to that for weeks." Philips said, playing with Scouts' head feathers with his fingers.
"It's still only 1 PM, we should take a quick nap before we continue the rest of the day." Scouts said.
"Maybe we can reenact "The Lusty Argonian Maid"?"
[Side note: Skaarus is not a character in Skyrim, I made him up along with a lot of the stuff about the An-Xileel mentioned in this story as a means of explaining why so many Argonians have left Black Marsh to live in an unfriendly place like Skyrim, simply put: Skyrim is actually the better option. Although very little is known about them, I consider the An-Xileel bad guys who are as evil as, if not worse than the Thalmor, and Skaarus I created as the An-Xileel's leader who is essentially an argonian version of Pol Pot, a very, very, very bad person].