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Bad Timing for a Panic Attack

For Ahnik

By Draconicon

"I didn't know! I swear, I didn't mean to -"

"It doesn't matter if you didn't know. You still screwed up," the older Nord said, shaking his head as he turned away from Ahnik. "And at the worst fucking time, too."

"Look, we can get him back," the green-scaled Argonian said. "I mean, he can't have run off that far. I can find him and -"

"And what? Flirt with him again? Freak him out even more? You're lucky that he didn't blast you with a lightning bolt before fleeing. Always thinking with your fucking -"

"What's done is done."

Ahnik and Orod - the older man berating him - both turned to the matriarch emerging from the longhouse in the center of town. Jarl Idgrod Ravencrone, the ruler of not just the city but all of the Hjaalmarch, stood at the top of the steps and shook her head at both of them.

"The time for arguing is done. There is little point in passing out blame for the moment; there are bandits coming, and our greatest defense is elsewhere."

"Thanks to -"

"What is done...is done." The older human shook her head, black hair fading to gray swaying from side to side over her face as she turned her attention to Ahnik. "Both of you understand the situation that we're in. The bandits will reach Morthal by morning, and they will bring with them fire and iron. We do not have the guards to stop them, not without him. And he is not here, is he?"

"...No, Jarl," Ahnik admitted, shaking his head.

"Then we must get him back."

"I can -"

"You can, and you will. But you must do it swiftly...and you will pay a price for being part of this."

"A - a price, Jarl?"

The old crone nodded, folding her arms in front of her, wizened limbs digging deeper into the furred sleeves of her robes of office. The falling snow was clearly doing her no favors, nor the chill winds that blew in from the docks only a few hundred feet away.

"You will go and find him. You will bring him back. I can see that much...but Ahnik...Ah..." The Jarl shook her head. "I'm sorry for what will happen."

"What...will happen?"

"You will see. But you must go. Now. Or the city will burn with the sunrise."

"You heard the Jarl," Orod said, the human giving him a stiff-armed shove to the path out of town. "Get a move on."

Any other time, he might have argued, but the angry fire in Orod's eyes and the gentler, though no less firm, stare from the Jarl told him that he was already on shaky ground. The Argonian nodded, turned on his heel, and began the trek out of town. The road was marked out by stones on either side of the path, the well-trodden ground hard and firm with the chill of winter, though he knew from experience that when spring came it would turn to mud. For now, though, it was hard enough to support him as he walked away.

The forest loomed out of the darkness in the distance, and he bit back a gulp of fear as he reached the edge of the small city. Glancing over his shoulder, Ahnik took a lingering look at the settlement. All built up around the swamp docks, all focused on the water that brought them trade from the rivers and canals that led through the swamp to the sea, Morthal was a place that should have been better. It should have had more guards from Solitude, had more support from the High Queen, but they'd been left to rot, to stand or fall on their own.

For someone like him, an Argonian, a 'beast-folk,' that meant that this place was safer than most of the more well-off towns that received more attention from the capital. Here, at least, he could be useful.

Here, at least, his peculiarities could be better tolerated.

Ahnik shook his head as he turned away, looking down at himself. He was not the typical Argonian. Not at all fleet-footed or slender as many of his race were, he'd let some of his thickness turn to curves, though not so much as to lose his fitness. Sure, the ass and tits definitely got the attention of his customers, particularly those that wanted to pretend they were fucking a 'her' rather than a 'him,' but it meant that he was hardly the Argonian he was going to be chasing down.

He looked down at his breasts, barely contained in a loose leather vest over a cotton shirt, and the trousers he wore, cut for a man, had a great deal more room in the front than they would have allowed for others. Ahnik knew that brought him business...but in this case, it would make things more than a little awkward running through the woods.

But...they were right. This was his fault. He'd made the mistake of scaring off the town's defender, and now he had to find him.

"Hope you didn't run too far, Arga," Ahnik muttered, and pushed himself to keep walking.

#

It didn't take long for him to get turned around and cold. Ahnik huffed and puffed, slapping his hands against his face and chest as he leaned against one of the trees. He'd forgotten how cold it got - and how quick - out in the woods. The town was his preferred setting, and it stayed warmer there than it ever did out here. He rested against the tree trunk, shaking his head as he tried to warm up as much as he could.

"This is ridiculous..."

And unfair, and completely not his fault, if he was going to continue down the list of excuses. The only thing that he'd done was flirt with the mage that defended the town. Sure, it had been against the rules, but...

Well, what was he supposed to do? He was the next thing to the town whore, and it wasn't like he could pay his part of the defense fund with coin and iron. He barely made enough to keep everyone coming back to his place, barely enough to keep food in the house. He'd thought that he could go to the mage, make a deal for some fun, and they'd just go on as usual.

Well, maybe he'd thought that there could be something more fun about doing it with someone that he wasn't supposed to, too. That was definitely on his mind, at least now that he was out of the city.

"Ugh...bad idea...that was such a bad idea..."

Ahnik leaned his back against the tree, thinking back to that moment on the dock. The mage - another Argonian, a black and red one by the name of Arga - had been staring out into the distance. Unlike all the others in this snowy hell, that one wore nothing but a loincloth, and yet, he didn't seem bothered by the snow that fell all over and around him. He'd stood there, arms crossed, steely-eyed, focused...and a complete freak of nature.

He still shuddered imagining it. The mage had scars up and down his back, and soul gems, each one twinkling with power, were embedded in his back, so deep that they had to be cutting into his spine. Arga never looked anyone in the eye in the village, and the only one that he talked to was the Jarl, and even then, only sparingly, and privately.

Ahnik hadn't been that interested in Arga when he'd come up with the idea. The fact that the other man was more beast than person, a terrifying monster that had kept Morthal safe for six months, had always deterred him from offering his services before, but there had always been a curiosity about the other male. The idea of sleeping with someone that the rules said should never be touched, never even be tempted, had left him wondering what would happen if he did. That curiosity had slowly blossomed into a great need to find out, and so, earlier that very night, he'd made his move.

Just thinking about it made him want to kick himself up and down the dock all over again. Walking out in tight leather trousers that showed off his big ass and cut in just tight enough to remind everyone that he didn't have a dick down there, he'd reached out and hugged the other male from behind. He'd just started feeling beneath that loincloth - and had been about to wonder if there was something besides a dick down there for Arga, too - when the mage had completely lost it.

An elbow to the gut had been the start of it, followed by a frantic scream. A black and red blur had spun around, claws nearly at Ahnik's throat before he could hit the dock, only to pull back at the last second. He saw a hint of Arga's silhouette, a bit of the other man's sheer size, and the aura of magicka rolling off him for a split second before the Argonian ran for the woods.

But most of all, he'd seen what looked like a third leg coming from beneath the loincloth, and he shivered knowing what he'd almost seduced.

And now, he had to find Arga and bring him back to Morthal before morning. How he was going to do that when the other Argonian had run off at such speed, in such madness, he honestly didn't know. What he did know was that if he didn't, then there wouldn't be a village to go home to, and someone that functioned as an unofficial whore didn't exactly get a lot of business in the countryside. He'd need to figure out a way to do this quickly, and without too much pain.

He hoped.

Finally catching his breath, Ahnik shook his head and stepped away from the tree. He had to keep walking.

#

Eventually, and quite by accident, he stumbled upon Arga's tracks. The other Argonian was leaving heavy footprints in the falling snow, obviously running and sliding around as he struggled to keep moving. It was a miracle that the other male hadn't completely succumbed to the cold by now. Magic was the only explanation as far as Ahnik was concerned, and he shivered as he imagined just what kind of spells the mage could bring to bear if he was shrugging off the deadly chill of the countryside at night.

Even he, with all his running around and the warm leathers he wore, was barely keeping himself from completely succumbing to the chill. More than ever, he wished that he had taken the chance to learn a little fire magic from that traveling Dunmer that had passed through town weeks ago. That bit of magic would have stood him in good stead tonight.

But at least he had the tracks, and he could follow those. He stomped through the woods, armed wrapped around his middle as he shivered.

"Stupid...paranoid...mage," he muttered. "Couldn't have been just another pervert...could have made a deal...what the hell's wrong with you?"

Of course, there was no answer from the forest. Shaking his head, Ahnik lowered his eyes back to the tracks. They were his only way forward, and the only thing that gave him a hope of seeing his home again the next morning.

After another...he didn't know, maybe another half hour, he heard something ahead. It was a grunting, huffing, groaning sort of sound, more bestial than anything else. The green-scaled Argonian stopped in his tracks, looking through the falling snow in the darkness.

A silhouette was moving between the rocks, one that lumbered around on all fours, then on two legs, then on all fours again. It glowed, too, glowed with the shining light of the soul gems that dotted Arga's back.

There you are...

But what was he -

The groaning got louder, and Ahnik's eyes went wide as he heard the same rapid grunts that he was so used to hearing in his bedroom when he did business. The same sounds of a man coming to climax, the soft urgency, the rapid rut, the squirting sounds that followed after. Except here, the squirting sounds kept going...and going...and going. His cheeks actually burned as he tried to imagine just how much was getting squirted out over there, and how much Arga must have needed that.

And yet, no sooner had the squirting stopped than the need seemed to come up again. The silhouette moved again, huffing, panting, and as the wind died down, Ahnik realized that there were words in that bestial growl.

"No more...no...more...need it...need it...can't show it...could be one...one of them..."

One of them?

That was an interesting twist. Ahnik hesitated, then pushed himself, moving a little closer to the drifting silhouette, trying to get a little more. The voice continued.

"Need it...they made...made me need it...can't stop...must stop...can't...can't...can't..."

Arga screamed, punching one of the trees, and Ahnik nearly jumped out of his scales as bark broke and the tree itself toppled over with a crash. He stared as the other Argonian's arm glowed, sheathed in a layer of the same magic that he always used, and was reminded of the sheer power that Morthal's defender brought to bear against the bandits and everyone else that threatened them.

He could bring that to bear against him, if things went badly. He could end up no better than that tree.

"Nnngh...nnngh..."

He was close enough to see Arga properly now, the magic light pouring off the gems coming from more places than usual. He leaned against a tree, watching as Arga leaned back against the nearest rock, legs spread, falling into a squat that showed off everything.

Holy...By the...By the Nine...

Arga had a cock that put any Redguard that he had ever seen to shame, and those dark men were usually on the upper end of things. He was better than the Orcs that had come through town, too, and those had been enough to lay him out for a day after a hard rut with them. That thing...

He stared at the massive shaft, at the flared head that was almost exactly like that of a horse, and then further down at the bulge at the base, a knot that was more like a canine's. Along the edge of the flare were barbs, like some Khajiit and the wild cats of Skyrim had along their dicks. Every bestial trait that could be added to a cock had been, and there was nothing left of the usual, smoother shafts that he was used to seeing with his own people.

More to the point, it was massive, standing out at...well, at least a foot long, possibly slightly longer, and wide enough that he knew that he'd be gaping after taking that thing in either hole. And with those balls just under, and the smell in the air of the other cummy messes that Arga had already left around, he knew that there would be plenty jammed into him.

Arga hadn't seen him yet. The other male looked like he was fighting something, slamming his hands back against the rock as his cock throbbed, surging up, thrusting against the cold air.

"Nnngh...no...no..."

Why are you holding back? Ahnik wondered. You need it...and fuck, you're big...

"Could be...one of them...could have...a trap...take me back...Nobody wants it...nobody wants...this..."

Whatever happened to Arga, it clearly fucked him up pretty hard. Whoever had done it, Ahnik doubted that he'd be able to just unravel it by talking about it, and he doubted that the other man would want to talk about it.

But he clearly was in the grips of something from somewhere else, and the only way to get that to go away...

Oh, I'm going to hate myself later...

Ahnik was used to taking dick. One got to be very used to it when one made a living by being a prostitute. But that thing...

Could I take it?

He thought he might, but it would be a challenge, particularly from someone that didn't trust him. It'd be rough, hard, something that he wasn't used to doing, in particular, but at the same time, there was something...intriguing about it. The same thing that pushed him to try and break the rules was pushing him here, and he grinned as he started imagining taking that dick between his legs.

I think I can...I think I can...

But he wasn't going to get the chance if he kept his clothes on. If Arga didn't trust him, thought that he was some sort of plant for whoever had done this, then he needed to show that he was as little a threat as possible.

His clothes hit the ground and the wind started cutting against his scales, driving the sheer cold home with a vengeance. Ahnik hissed, hugging himself tightly as he stepped around the tree.

"H-h-hello, Arga."

The other Argonian whipped his head up, red underbelly and black arms, legs, and head turning to face him. He saw the sparkle of need in the other man's eyes, and knew what it must look like.

He was not what others thought of when they thought of a male Argonian. Soft where they were hard, with a pussy rather than a cock, with breasts rather than a firm chest, and while he had plenty of muscle of his own sort in his core, it was surrounded by those curves and that softness. Was that enough? He'd find out in very short order. He spread his arms, slowly turning in place, lifting his tail as he looked away.

The moment he had his back to Arga, the feral Argonian pounced on him. Ahnik shouted as he was knocked off his feet, hitting the cold ground almost instantly. A hand wrapped around his throat, squeezing tight, cutting off almost all his air almost instantly. He wheezed through the grip, his eyes wide as he felt his ass get kicked off the ground, upward, and then...

That cock...

It was between his legs, between his thighs, grinding and sliding against his pussy and his stomach. It was so big and so hard that he couldn't do anything to push it back to where it was supposed to be, and a chilly shiver that had nothing to do with the snow ran down his back, leaving him clenching up hard.

Holy fuck, that's huge...

"You...are you...one of them?" Arga growled in his ear.

"No. I'm not. I'm just -"

"Lies!"

The fingers curled tight around his throat, and for a moment, he was half-sure that he was going to pass out. Only a few previous exercises with breath play kept him conscious, and by the time that Arga loosened his grip again, he could feel his pussy had drenched that cock from the sheer tightness of that grip.

"Ah...ah...I'm not lying," he wheezed. "I'm not...one of them...whoever they are."

"..."

"You can do whatever you want. I swear. Do whatever you want. I won't stop you."

"...Lies?"

"No lies. Truth."

He had no idea if Arga could even understand him, but that cock continued to throb between his legs with a constant reminder of what it would do to him when its owner finally realized that he wasn't inside of his prey. Ahnik whimpered and shivered by turns, the other male's warm body keeping away the cold, but that cock adding its own threat.

Have to try...have to make him trust me...

And feral males needed the chance to dominate. They had to know that they were in control, that they could do whatever they wanted without the other trying to trap them. If he could just convince Arga of that...

Slowly...slowly...

He leaned forward, sliding his head against the ground and pushing his ass up that little bit further. The flared head of the Argonian's shaft slid along his stomach, finally lining up with his pussy. He felt the sheer heat of it and bit off a whimper, reaching back slowly to expose his inner walls. Even with the proximity of that cock, the chill winds cut at him, almost slicing into his core, and he had to fight not to whimper.

"Go on..."

"Nnngh..."

"Use me...use me to get off...so you can calm down..."

After all, he was used to getting used. He could take that. He hoped. In fact, he prayed.

The flat head of Arga's cock rested against his sex, and for a split-second, there was hesitation. The other Argonian held back, huffing, panting, growling, but not yet thrusting. Ahnik held his breath -

POP!

Squelch.

"Nnngh!"

And then it was inside of him, and it was bigger than he had thought. His breath got punched right out of his lungs, and his eyes bugged out of their sockets as he stared straight ahead, his mouth hanging open and his breath wheezing out every time that Arga pulled back and rammed back in.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

It was so fast, a rut that was no different to the rough humping of a dog on a bitch or a stallion in a mare. The feral Argonian had him pinned, one hand on his throat and keeping him from breathing more than the most ragged of gasps, the other wrapped around his hips so he couldn't pull away. That flare, that terrifyingly thick flare, was punching into his depths, bulging his stomach with every thrust.

And yet, for all that, he was taking it.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah!"

His head dropped into the snow, and the cold kept him focused, kept him awake against the pleasure-pain that was his pussy getting wrecked, his insides getting fucked up and stretched further than they were ever meant to be pulled. He wheezed for air, his breath puffing against the snow and melting it as his hole was bred.

Not fucked. Bred. This was no longer the sort of sex that he was used to. Getting choked out, pinned on the forest floor, held down like some sort of brood mare for some stallion to use: it was more than any client had ever asked of him in the past. They used him and left him, but this -

"NNGH!"

Arga was fucking him so hard that he couldn't even catch his breath, each little bit of air that he managed to suck it driven right back out into the snow before it had done anything. He wheezed, the corners of his eyes going dark, his head spinning as he was fucked, fucked, fucked. Each smack of the other man's hips against his ass made him jiggle, his pussy straining around him, those barbs and that knot grinding and pulling and tugging and pushing at him constantly.

In, out, in, out, the knot battering against his pussy lips, so close to sliding in. He couldn't even bring himself to push back, too overwhelmed by everything that was happening to even understand how that worked. Did he push? Wait? Let it happen? The barbs inside working against his g-spot, the flared head pushing past his womb and forcing him to open up in his depths, the pain that should have been making him faint: it was making him feel like...like he was going to cum.

"Ah...ah...NNNGH!"

Not like he would cum, like he was cumming, and he was. He was cumming, squirting, melting the snow under his pussy as he came from the hard rut. The lack of air was nearly pushing him to faint, leaving him nothing to scream or moan with, and he stared straight ahead as Arga started grinding, thrusting, rutting against his pussy lips. That knot, so huge, so fucking huge, bigger than the flare that was already so deep inside, was just sliding against him, then forcing him open, and then -

Squelch.

Squish.

POP!

Ahnik hadn't known that it was possible to cum a second time in such short succession, but when that knot popped in, when it forced his pussy so far apart that it exceeded the time that he'd let that Dunmer fist him, the green Argonian all but puddled. He hung limp from that cock, unable to move, unable to do anything but think about that thick lump of flesh spreading him open and how good it felt.

He drooled against the snow, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he felt the micro-thrusts continuing. Was this what a bitch felt like when they were knotted by a stud? He wasn't sure that they really had anything to complain about. It was just...intense...and he...loved -

"NNNNNGH!"

Arga roared overhead, hilting in him fully, those heavy, scaly balls pressed right against Ahnik's groin. He felt them jump, and then he felt the heat of their payload hitting his guts. He groaned, his eyes rolling back as the heat filled him, spraying deeper than any other customer did. Probably deep enough to make it possible that he could get pregnant, he thought as half a joke.

Then it kept spraying...and kept spraying...squirting...flowing for a minute...then two...then three. The whole time, Arga was whimper-moaning over him, grinding and thrusting away, and Ahnik's stomach kept bulging with more and more of the potent, thick seed, feeling like he was getting washed out from inside from just how much was being pumped into him. His mouth hung open, his eyes remained wide, and he couldn't move.

He didn't dare.

Finally, after a climax of five minutes that put the other Argonian on a level of feral boars, the constant squirting stream finally came to an end. Ahnik had just enough time to wheeze before -

POP!

The knot was yanked right out of him. He yelped, soreness replacing the sheer pleasure of being fucked like that, and he wheezed for breath as Arga finally let go of his throat. Air, stained with the taste-smell of cum and pussy and who knew what else, flowed down his throat into his lungs, and he didn't care. There was more of it, so much more of it, and he coughed as he rolled onto his back, staring straight up into the sky.

So...so that's...

Suddenly, Arga was there again. Ahnik groaned as his legs were lifted up and pushed back, the heels held at the sides of his head. The other Argonian's eyes glowed the same color as the magic pouring out of his spine, and he growled louder than usual.

"More."

"Ah...you...you -"

The heat of that fat horse-tip pressed against his pussy again, and Ahnik hissed as he curled his toes in anticipation. Arga pushed him back further, pinning him again even as that flood flowed from his pussy, oozing past the head. Gods, there was so much cum down there, so much slime that was spreading further and further along the base of his tail and along his rump.

"More," Arga grunted.

"F-fine...more..."

"Mmph."

He was a little saner, but not much. Enough to speak, enough to understand, which was more than he'd been, but that wasn't saying much. He just hoped -

Then the first thrust took him right down to the knot again, the thick bulb on the verge of passing inside him already. Ahnik's breath got punched right out of him, and he slid through the snow and mud as Arga tried to knot him again right off the bat. He barely had the air to beg for him to slow down before he was pulling back and doing it again...

And again...

POP!

And then it was in, only to -

POP!

Right back out. Ahnik didn't have the air to scream - in pain? Pleasure? He didn't know - but he opened his mouth as something silent did come free as he got knot-fucked for the first time.

In, out, in, out that knot went, wrecking him more and more. He could feel his insides slowly breaking in, getting looser than they had ever been, gaping from the rough use and rougher cock. In, out, in, out, each time feeling it going so far in and scraping him loose of all the cum already inside. The barbs raked along his inner walls, rough and prickly, while the flared head caught the oozing seed and yanked it out to stain him, mark him, leaving him messier and messier by the second.

And, deep down, he loved it.

#

Morning came, and Arga was there for Morthal. The bandits arrived, only to be scattered by the focused lightning bolts that flew from the Argonian's hands. The black and red sorcerer sent them fleeing, most of them rushing back to their boats and going back down the river to the swamp, while others scattered to the forest or were picked up by the guards thereafter. It would be some time before they came back.

Ahnik was forced to watch the proceedings from his window. After that long night, there was no way that the Argonian could get up and watch from outside. His legs didn't want to work, and his insides were still all scrambled. Hell, he was pretty sure that he was still carrying a few loads worth of seed in his womb, and he didn't know how that would end up. The healer couldn't tell him what his anatomy would do with all that gunk. The fact that there was a horse-like plug inside of him, solid enough to keep it all in, made it all the weirder.

It was even more embarrassing having been carried naked to the city again. Having everything hanging out was something that he normally reserved for the private times or the few days that he performed down at the inn for more cash, but everyone had gotten an eyeful, and then some. The fact that Arga had been just as naked when they walked down had been scant comfort, particularly as the other man had been so withdrawn into himself afterward that he honestly didn't know what was going through the mage's head.

He couldn't even put clothes on yet. Every time that he tried, Ahnik shivered and hissed from the feeling of something touching his pussy. He was too raw, too sore to put anything over it. The most that he could manage were the blankets over him now, and even that involved keeping a pillow across his thighs to keep the blanket from touching him directly.

Gods...that man can fuck...

He blushed at the silly thought. It should have been the last thing from his mind after getting fucked into unconsciousness no less than three times during the night, choked out for two of them and the third involving a moment where his head had been buried under snow and Arga hadn't initially noticed. He still couldn't believe that had happened...or how hard he'd cum the moment he woke up.

For all that he had kept things fairly classy between him and his clients, he had to admit that he'd never had so much...pleasure...as he had the night before. The fact that he wanted more already, despite how sore he was, spoke to the need that he had left behind.

That said...he still didn't know what had triggered Arga so hard that first time, or what had got him so...wild. For his own sake, for the safety of everyone else, it might be worth it to experiment and find out how to manage it.

For everyone else's sake, of course. Surely not because he wanted to get fucked silly by a half-feral Argonian again.

The End

Summary: The town whore pisses Arga off just when they need the sorcerer to protect the place. The offender goes to fix things up.

Tags: M/M, M/Presenting M, Vaginal, Semi-Trans, Male Pronouns, Skyrim, Argonian, Arga, Big Dick, Half-Feral, Needy, Horny, Fucked, Vaginal, Orgasm, Size Difference, Hyper Dick, Flare, Knot, Knot Fucking, Not Ready For This, Creampie, Extended Orgasm,