Sharpen Gr-Mak feverishly considered the situation, frozen in place and stretching his mouth in a smile. Before him is clearly not a soldier, but not his brother-robber. Redguard, tall, thin, in rusty iron armor. Poorly. There is nothing in the hands, but it keeps steadily. Witch? Poorly. Again, somehow they saw him, despite the invisibility bestowed by Rosa Sangwin. Just like a sorcerer. Face dirty, sunken cheeks. The whites of the eyes are red, the fingers are trembling ... yes, this goner is on scum! A voice hissing from behind, see his partner from the Khajiit. Well, exactly, drug addicts are looking for money for a portion of skouma. No, with these honest orcs out of the way.

These thoughts took almost two seconds, after which Sharg abruptly jumped sideways, rolling away from a possible attack from behind. The sweep of the staff - and the magical impulse fired disobediently dissolves in the exposed magic shield. Redgard really was a sorcerer. Having jumped back, the drug addict threw up trembling hands, shouting some gibberish. On the spot where he stood, a fiery atronah appeared in a violet flash. A spirit similar to a female figure woven from fire and smoke hovered above the ground, looking around.

Sharg shot a glance around, looking for a way out. Shrugging his shoulders, he did not particularly hope for anything, directed the staff at the atronah. Having received a magical charge, the Spirit froze for a second, and then turned to its master. No one had time to understand anything, and the atrones had already clung to the sorcerer in a passionate kiss. A cry of a burning man hit his ears. From pain, the redgard lost control of the spell, and the atrones immediately disincarnated. The explosion that accompanied it dispersed the charred remains of the sorcerer around.

Sharg Gros-Mac turned to the remaining drug addict, raising his staff to strike. The partner of the unlucky Redguard was not the Kadzhit, but the Argonian. He squatted, and with his mouth open, looked at the withering remains of the sorcerer. Entering from behind, Sharg threw down the tops of his staff on the head of a gazing reptile. An Argonian without a sound fell to the ground. Using a tattered reptile jacket as a rope, the orc tied her hands. Assessing the sharpness of claws on his legs, he decided to tie his legs. Sharg, pulling off his pants, was surprised to find that the Argonian was a female.
“Hell, you can make out these lizards, who's the man, who's the woman,” muttered the orc.
The Argonian moaned and opened her eyes. Sharg put a bulging knife at her throat and asked:
- The name of?
“Nar-Mey, sirra,” the Argonian answered meekly, not trying to break free, “from Lukail.”
- Do you want to live?
- Yes, sirra.
Gro-Mac thought. There is no need to kill this lizard, but just to let it go - also somehow ... His gaze fell on Rosa Sanguin lying under his arm.
“Hmmm ... I guess I know how you can be useful to me,” he said, raising his staff, “I have never fucked people like you before.”
a purple flash illuminated the orc's face. The Argonian woman lying in front of him arched her back, a wave ran through her flexible body. The scaly knees spread out to the sides, as far as the shackles allowed, opening Sharg’s glance between the legs with grease running out. Argonian’s labia were not expressed, the vagina looked just a pubic slit. The scales, on the body green, to the pubis acquired a beige color, becoming small and soft.

A grinning orc gently laid the staff and untied the belt of his pants. Seeing his household, which had not yet come to a working position, Nar-Mei hissed, her tail quivered, tapping the tip on the ground.

Sharg held out his hand and helped the bound Argonian sit down. She immediately stretched out an elongated muzzle to his groin. Her toothed mouth did not allow to take a member in her mouth, but her long pink tongue was capable of much. With a wet tongue, she wrapped the head of a rising member, licked the orc's hairy eggs. Sharg puffed, holding the Argonian by the shoulders. Finally, quite excited, he pushed her down.Nar-Mei lay obediently on her back, spreading her legs and glinting with eyes with a vertical pupil. The orc lay down on the bound argonian above. His cock, hard as a tree, parted the lizard's crack, smoothly plunging into its flesh. Fucking the reptile turned out to be ... unusual. Her cool body, flexible and resilient, was not as soft as that of mercenary or human women. She squirmed like a snake in the hands of an orc, trying to implant itself deeper on his penis. Her vagina was narrow for a thick member of Sharga, but the abundance of lubricant helped to receive from this only more pleasure. Powerfully moving his pelvis, the orc pounded his cock up to the very balls in the elastic flesh. The lizard hissed and squirmed, Sharg puffed, building up the pace. Shuddering, Nar-Maya squeezed the orc's side with her knees, sitting down on his cock. A moan of orgasm escaped from her mouth.

Having diverted for a second, Shargn in half a turn reached to the fetters on the legs of the Argonian and tore them, throwing them aside. Grabbing the legs of the reptile under his knees, he threw them on his shoulders. Now he was sitting on her tail, continuing to push his piston inside the Nar-Mei. Her legs with long claws swayed behind his shoulders. the touch of flexible scales acted on the orc excitingly. His hands held her hips, and the member with the squish went faster and faster into her vagina. Sharg accelerated and accelerated movement, his face distorted in a grimace of pleasure. Having made several powerful movements, he finished roaring, pouring the inside of the Argonian with his sperm. His muscular body shuddered with pleasure, with his hands he tightly pressed Nar-Mei's hips to his chest.

When the orgasm subsided, the orc released the reptile and fell backwards next to her, breathing heavily.
“Okay, lizard,” consider that you have no complaints.
For twenty minutes Sharg rested, lying on his back and glancing at the Argonian woman, who was turning with his hands tied behind his back.
She finally sat down and seemed to be thinking about something. The sensations she experienced were reminiscent of the pleasure of skouma, only they were much sharper. And the breakdown seems to have subsided.
- How did you do it, sirra? She asked, turning to the orc. "How did you remove the hangover from skouma?"
Sharg grinned. Another side effect of the Daedra magic. Of course, he was not going to talk about it.
“I have a seed,” Sharg barely restrained himself not to burst out laughing.

After sitting a little more in complete immobility, her head bowed in a snake-like motion, the Argonian knelt.
“Serr, can you do it again?”
“I am too lazy to get up, crawl here,” Sharg impressively waved his hand, at the same time pushing the staff towards him.
Nar-Mei crawled over to the orc and, bending over him, began to lick his fallen dignity. Sensing the return of strength, Gros-Mac gently touched her foot with the lower end of the staff. A wave of excitement ran through the Argonian’s skin again. Grabbing her around the waist, Sharg lifted Nar-Mei into the air and sat her on his hips. He sat down and pressed his chest to the reptile's flat chest, stretched out his hands behind her and untied the jacket that bound the argonian’s elbows. He lay back and, lifting it again, moved the pelvis, putting the head of the raised phallus to the entrance to her womb. He pressed his hands down, putting the Argonian on the penis. Groaning, the reptile slouched, getting used to the rough invasion. Without moving his hips, the orc began to raise and lower the torso of the Argonian’s arms, causing it to slide along the member. Gradually, Nar-Mei entered into a rhythm, leaning her thin arms on Sharga’s shoulders, began to leap on her hefty phallus. At the same time, she published half-pony lips, grease from her pussy flowed in a stream.

Sharg Gros-Mac did not move, but he did not remove his hands from the waist of the Argonian.
“Come on, baby, slow it down,” he said, holding the reptile. Nar-Meya raised herself, but the orc wouldn't let her fall back down. Instead, he moved it with his strong hands a little forward, so that the tense head of his penis, covered with grease, moved under the tail of the Argonian. Grinning at Nar-Mei’s wide eyes, the orc began to lower her body. Phallus Sharga rested in the reptile's anus. The orc did not weaken the pressure, and the head of his penis began to slowly squeeze into the tight ring.
“Relax, lizard,” Sharg growled, hearing a frightened hiss in response.

Having resigned herself, Nar-Maya tried to relax her muscles, strained with fear, and the orc did not stop pushing at her waist. Argonian started when the head of the penis finally overcame the resistance of her anus and plunged into the close inside of her ass. Orc slowly began to move his pelvis, forcing the reptile to moan and flinch, while his fat cock stretches her virgin ass. Gradually, the movement of Sharga accelerated, he plunged a member into the ass Argonian deeper and deeper. Already his eggs began to slap on her tail, and her buttocks clapped, hitting the orc's thighs. The groans of pain were replaced by moans of pleasure, Nar-Mei began to pry him. The orc piston walked inside the argonian ass, and both were already enjoying it. Sharg growled, driving his penis into the anus of a reptile, his hands clutching her flexible body. Accelerating and accelerating the pace, the orc pecked Nar-Mei's anus, rolling his eyes with pleasure. Shuddering, the Argonian clutched at the orc with her own hands, threw her leg around her tail, trying to get his penis penetrated into her as deeply as possible. A wave of orgasm covered her, entrails shrunk in a spasm of pleasure. The orc, a member of which squeezed the stiff muscles of its butt, felt the approach of the final. A couple of movements having reached the peak, he pressed the Argonian against him with force, pulling her ass as hard as possible. His cock pulsed, spewing sperm into the reptile's rectum. In the eyes of the orc darkened from the strongest orgasm.

For another three minutes, the orc and the Argonian lay merging into one. Then Nar-Mei slid off Sharga and lay down beside him, laying her head on his thigh. The hangover from skouma was gone, as it was not. And the junkie appreciated it ...
“Serr will take me with you?”
- What?
“Serr will not be disappointed; Nar-Mei will serve him faithfully.”
- Why do you need me?
“Nar-Mei can serve Srre.” Nar-Mei will carry out all his orders. Prepare food, wash clothes. And to give pleasure when Serra wishes, ”the Argonian licked her lips.
“Hm,” Gr-Mac snorted, “Slavery in Skyrim is forbidden.”
“Nar-Mei won't tell anyone.”
Sharg paused, wondering prospects.
- Why not. I will have a hand lizard ...