Ch.14

[Turdas, 15th of Sun’s Height, 4E: 221]

We did not encounter the caravan by the time Neethsi led us off of the road towards the hill where we could see the Atronach Stone. Getting my stars changed when I’m awake was...weird. I felt no different, yet at the same time more sure of myself afterward.

At least I won’t explode.

“That’s weird.” Shade mewled as she looked at the stone. “I wonder what stars are mine?”

“When were you born?” I asked her with my face feeling like a smile, so I’ll just call it smiling even if it isn’t with my lips.

“Um...I don’t think I have a birth date anymore. Maybe when I was turned into a child and my memories started disappearing?” Shade asked me and I felt a sting of panic, unable to recall what month it was when her former self abducted me and was consequently de-aged. It was in the summer, I know that, maybe June or July?

“The Stars are finicky with things like that. You might well have the sign of the Serpent, which wanders the sky and threatens the other signs away to steal the birthright of the one to be born in that month. If you’d like, I’d be willing to take you to any sign you may want.” Neethsi offered and Shade’s brows furrowed.

“Why would I want to? Is the Serpent bad?” Shade asked us worriedly and I knelt down to be closer to her eye level.

“Not really hatchling. It’s just that the Serpent is considered a bad omen and the default sign of orphans or ostracized people.” Since those folks often didn’t know their birth month.

“Oh.” Shade said as she thought about it. “Well...I don’t know. Wouldn’t it be unfair to all of the Serpents who couldn’t change their stars if I did it just to be sure?”

“Little one, this world is far from fair. Let your decision hinge on your own desires, not the expectations of others.” Neethsi chided my daughter, who nodded in acceptance of his rather...individualistic advise. That’s the sort of maverick belief of someone who took control of their own life and flourished.

“Then...I want to have the Lover as my sign.” Shade’s tail twitched and she wrung her fingers in embarrassment while I felt a bit upset at her even knowing that word. Then again, she isn’t really naturally her age...

“Why do you want to have the Lover sign? Also, where did you learn about it?” I was expecting her to ask what the signs were and everything. Instead she just came right out and picked one.

“There are books in the bag. The Firmament is all wordy, but I understood that Lovers tend to be gentle and learn most things quickly. I considered the Lady or the Steed, but I don’t want to be all prim and proper or strong and faster than I need to be.” Shade reasoned and Neethsi chuckled.

“A wise choice. I too am a Lover. It’s partly why I am so gifted in so many things. Lovers pick up skills like they are cards in a game of Shenanigans and learn them all quicker, but when it comes to disciplines of Magic, Might or Misdirection; the Mage, Warrior and Thief are superior in aiding their charges with learning skills under those categories than even the Lover.” Neethsi said before patting Shade on the head, which made her tail flick happily. “It’s a bit of a trip, but a shorter one than this one.”

“Shame we didn’t see the caravan. I hope they’re alright.” Keerava will be anguished at her son not visiting at the expected time. I just know it.

“Actually.” Neethsi pointed towards the road and I could see a train of wagons drawn by horses lit up by lanterns. “Let’s go catch up with them.” Neethsi cast a Candlelight spell to make sure the caravan could see us clearly in the dimming dusk while we approached the road, me leading Shade by the hand.

“Halt! Who approaches with what intent?!” Shouted a heavily armored khajiit, who even being two feet shorter than Neethsi, still projected a fearless presence with his hand on his sword’s hilt and his shield arm held to his torso to be ready. If not for his tail and the elongated front of his helmet, I wouldn’t have known he was a khajiit besides his dry and throaty voice.

“Neethsi Nagnaresh, with my companions Meen-Rei and Shade. You’re a good bit behind, are the bandits or other usual culprits making the roads in the hold unsafe?” The naga asked as he watched the caravan continue on, the merchants and guards warily eyeing us.

“No. Instead a rockslide at Kynesgrove forced us to detour. The miners informed us it was due to their Alteration specialist packing up and moving back to Morrowind.” The guard answered.

“But Dravynea hated what Morrowind had become from all the ash storms and volcanic activity. I wonder what would make such a skilled Expert in Alteration move back there...either way, we have terrible news regarding Riften. A serial killer who only targets argonians and khajiit has emerged. They kill and skin their victims. There has already been 7 dead.” Neethsi informed the guard in kind.

“*hiss* Trouble, as always. Thank you for the warning, I will share it among the others. Do you need an escort back to Riften then?” The guard asked and I spotted a black argonian with yellow markings. He must’ve felt my gaze, because he looked directly at me and paused long enough to get bumped into by the person behind him, who hissed at him and he hurried over to us.

“Hello. This is a rather odd place to be in at this time. Are they travelers?” The young man asked the guard, who grunted and nodded. “Well then, do you need an escort to Riften or Shor’s Stone?” The guard huffed and rejoined the caravan, clearly annoyed at his question being re-asked.

“That is kind of you-.”

“Yes please.” I interrupted what I expected to be a refusal, causing Neethsi to look down at me and I looked up at him. His face became even more neutral and he nodded.

“Yes. We could use an escort. How much?” Neethsi questioned as he fetched a coin purse.

“It’s half a night away and a long journey. If you’re willing to hoof it with us, only ten septims each, but if you would like to bed down in one of the carts, it’ll be twenty each.” The yellow-feathered argonian replied and I blinked. That’s rather mercenary of him. I can understand that the caravan doesn’t do things for free and that is roughly the fare of a stay at an inn depending on where you are.

“A fair price for an armed and armored escort through the night.” Neethsi counted out sixty septims, but the young man only took forty.

“The girl rides free. She must be exhausted from whatever adventures you had today.” He said while looking down at Shade, who was already wobbling tiredly on her feet.

“Thank you for your Kindness. Where can we rest?” I asked as I looked at the passing carts. They easily had a train of ten carts. The caravans are doing much better for themselves under the rule of the new High King.

“The last two caravans are kept lighter for resting and potential overstock.” He guided us to the train and gestured to the second to last of the covered carts, which Neethsi climbed into and poked his head back out.

“There’s barely enough room for me here. I’ll take Shade for the night.” Neethsi reached down and I picked my daughter up before handing her to the naga, who nodded at me and withdrew.

“Then let’s check the last wagon. It should be more spacious than that one.” He said as he climbed into the back before reaching out and helping me into the covered cart. It was dark inside unlike the well-lit exterior. “Pardon the dark, there’s no need for light at night if you’re inside one of these.”

“That’s fine. You’re Keerava’s boy, right?” I asked as I felt around, finding a soft padding on the floor of the cart and I sat down to pull off my boots, which was a bit of a challenge in the dark.

“Ah, mother is well?” He asked and I nodded, only to remember it was dark.

“Yes. She’s fine even with the serial killer on the loose. She and your father are under constant guard for their safety.” I informed him, then snorted at my silliness at forgetting. “Pardon, I’m Meen-Rei. Your mother also neglected to tell me your name.”

“That is good to hear despite the circumstances. I am Dar-Jah.” Dar-Jah replied and a silence descended until I managed to get my boots off and sighed as I rubbed my sore feet. “Out of curiosity, were you three out here on a family trip?”

“We came here so I could change my stars. I have a rare magical disorder that causes me to suffer a dangerous fever from my magicka overtaxing my channeling points. I was born under the Thief, but I needed the Atronach. I would not have survived long enough to permanently change my stars here if not for the temporary stones inside cities.” I answered honestly while I laid back, my eyes adjusting enough to the dark to see Dar-Jah’s outline.

“How dreadful. I am glad to find you well in that case, but you came here as a family?” Dar asked insistently and I felt anticipation at why he was asking.

“Shade is my daughter, but Neethsi is not my husband or mate.” I told him and he hummed.

“Pardon if this is rather forward to you since you’re possibly not from Skyrim, but would you mind knocking boots?” Dar asked with a purr and I felt my own purr stir in my chest and my loins moistened. It’s been too long and Mister Tail is good, but not that good.

“I was actually hoping you’d ask. Neethsi is such a horrible prude, but he understands I have needs.” I reached over and felt along his thigh before cupping his groin, only to furrow my brow at the lack of male organs there. He still grunted and pressed into my touch though.

“Unf, I had that feeling too. You had such an intense gaze, one I’m familiar with from women who have not had their needs seen to. Don’t tell mother, but I’m quite the hearthrob. I’m even considering asking one of my female friends to marry me. Don’t worry, I have contraceptives.” Dar crooned and shucked off his traveling robes. “Oh and please be quiet. I’ll get in trouble if I’m caught with another lady while we’re on the trail.”

“Oh, you’re a bad boy~.” I tittered and was thankful the wagon had privacy curtains drawn over the front and back of the canvas covering while I unbuttoned his trousers and he did the same for mine. At least until he held something spicy-smelling in front of my face.

“Contraceptive herbs. They fool your body into thinking you’re already pregnant so you don’t ovulate.” He explained and I nommed on the spicy leaves. They weren’t too hot, but they made me thirsty. I sat up and pulled off my tunic, sneakily making my boobs bigger up to DD-cups so I can more easily get a nipple to my mouth. I hefted a tit and latched onto my nipple, using my tongue to make a proper seal so I could suckle my sap. “By Dibella, that is sexy.”

“Mm~.” I hummed into my nipple and actually enjoyed my sap for the first time. Dear gosh, my nectar is sweet. I feel all heady and tingly already. It’s like my boobies are full of aphrodesiac, which for all I know my sap qualifies. Although, it is a bit hard to get what I want. I pumped my boobs up bigger so I wasn’t having to crane my neck so far and my larger nipples could allow more to fill my mouth. So sweet, so tasty. “Mm~.”

“Hey, don’t forget about me~.” Dar playfully joked as he tugged on my pants, reminding me I still needed to get naked, so I stopped self-sucking to pick my ass up off of the bedroll so he could pull them down. “Now, pardon if I spend a bit of time down here.” He carefully dove down into my groin and I muffled a moan into my oversized boobs as he drove his tongue into my golden honeypot.

By gods it felt so good! I barely remember Palu or Victor, but even if he wasn’t as good as Palu it’s been so~ long. I wrapped my thighs around his head, thankful he didn’t have any horns to worry about and ground my cunt against his hungry quest for my quim.

“Mmph!” I wish I had my Tokens, I miss my friends, but-. “Hm!” -Oh Dibella~! I shuddered as my first assisted orgasm in this new body and world assailed me, Dar-Jah dutifully lapped up my cum and prolonged my pleasure with the skill of someone who had performed cunnilingus a lot.

“Mm, sweet and tangy. You taste incredible. Now then, time for me to get mine now that your body has had time to process the herbs.” He crawled up and I gasped as his hands found my massive tits, which I may have forgotten to keep reasonable and the bulbous head of what could only be his penis pressed between my swollen vulvae with ease. “By Dibella, these feel so much bigger than they looked.” He groaned as he slid into me and kneaded my boobs.

“Ah, gods~.” I moaned as I felt him push into my unused slit and I arched my back.

“Unf. So tight. Have you really laid eggs before? You’re almost a virgin.” Dar said in awe as he hilted me. He wasn’t nearly as ludicrously endowed like Palu or Victor, but his respectable length of bumpy hot meat felt massive in my tight and hot vagina. Thank goodness argonians don’t have cloacas.

“Ah, j-just get on with it.” I hissed needily, gyrating to twist around him and he groaned before complying, pulling out and pushing back into me as my legs wrapped around his hips to encourage him, my tail between his own thighs and twining with his tail.

“Guh, forgot how good it was to be with one of my own kind. By Dibella, your tail~...” He hissed as he fucked me and I felt it too. Our tails, twisting around one another, felt more intimate than I could have imagined. His hands kneading my hyper hooters didn’t compare, it was almost as good as looking someone directly in the eyes as you shared intimacy. “Sorry, but you’ve got me…”

“Just cum. I already got mine.” I was close to a second one anyway, feeling him-Ah~! I shuddered as I felt him ejaculate inside me. His hot cum sated a thirst within me that had been nagging me for days now, if not as badly as that first night of being receptive. I may have already gotten through it, but damn if I wasn’t still horny! “Th-thanks for the fun time, Dar-Jah.”

“Ah, it was nothing. If anything I should pay you for the privilege, but then that’d be insulting. A woman like you is no whore.” He praised and even nuzzled me.

“Ah, thank you~.” I moaned as he pulled out of me. Then when his hands were not squeezing my massive tits, I shrunk them back down so I wouldn’t risk suffocating myself with my own boobs. I hope he couldn’t clearly see how huge I’d gotten and that it was a trick of perception.

“Don’t fall asleep straight away. I need to help you get your top and bottoms back on so you don’t catch a chill. It may be summer, but Skyrim still gets cold at night.” Dar-Jah said as he promptly began doing so. Soon I was clothed and tucked into the bedroll and he was back in his trousers and travel robes. “Sleep well Meen-Rei, the guards will ensure you’re safe when we arrive in Riften.”

“Mm, thanks.” I murmured to the merchant and he left the cart, so I decided to sleep considering it would take most of the night to reach Riften.

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[Fredas, 16th of Sun’s Height, 4E: 221]

“Wake up!” I gasped in shock as an unfamiliar person shook me awake. “We have arrived. Sooner you are in a safe place the better!” The raspy khajiit voice urged and I groggily followed him out of the cart to see the caravan had been let into the city and they had formed a ring of the carts in the market square. “Your daughter and naga friend are already at the Bee and Barb.” The guard urgently assured me.

“Mthanks.” I mumbled and only barely managed to return to the cart and grab my boots and satchel before heading inside.

“Meen-Rei. I apologize for not being the one to wake you, but the less implications there are of our bit of fun, the better.” Dar-Jah quietly greeted me inside. He was much more handsome in the light of the lanterns. He looked like a garter snake decided to be an argonian with how his black and yellow scales were patterned and his yellow crest of feathers on his head was oddly very attractive to me.

“No problem Dar-Jah. Now where are-?” I was interrupted by a strike to the back of my head and I fell to the floor, but I didn’t fall unconscious immediately. There was a scuffle, loud shouting and snarling, before I heard the crunching of bone and the squelch of flesh. I got to my hands and knees in as much of a hurry as I could manage and I gasped at the sight of Dar-Jah’s maw crunched into the throat of a Bosmer.

He wrenched his head and snapped the elf’s neck before releasing our assailant, dropping him to the floor and leaving Dar-Jah drenched in blood. “Hah, ah, are you alright?” Dar asked me between frantic gasps of breath, looking quite shaken.

“I’ll live.” I groaned and moments later a guard entered the inn. He shouted for us to remain still before raising the alarm and I sighed as Dar-Jah lowered himself into a chair and stared at the mer he’d killed.

This was going to be a long day, especially since it started so early.

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