Lusty Argonian Maid V1 Act IV Scene III (From the Elder Scrolls video game series)
Crantius lounged on charcoal silk, his mind anchored in the roleplaying game he played with the household staff. The chamber smelled of sandalwood and stale wine. Lifts-Her-Tail entered, her emerald scales shimmering beneath a starch-white apron that barely clung to her curves. She gripped a feather duster, her thick tail twitching in a hypnotic, rhythmic arc that drew his gaze. He watched the lace strain against her powerful thighs, the contrast of the pristine fabric against her reptilian hide fueling his hunger.
“Certainly not, kind sir! I am here but to clean your chambers,” she chirped, though her golden eyes glimmered with a predatory heat seeing his own eyes shimmering too.
Crantius leaned back, a thin smile curling his mouth. “Is that all you have come here for, little one? My chambers?”
Lifts-Her-Tail let out a low hiss, her bifurcated tongue flickering to taste the salt of his skin. “I have no idea what it is you imply, master. I am but a poor Argonian maid.”
He chuckled, the sound a low rumble in his chest. “So you are, my dumpling. And a good one at that. Such strong legs and shapely tail.” This specific brand of roleplaying always ignited a fire in his gut.
“You embarrass me, sir!” she gasped, though she stepped closer, the rasp of her scales against the rug sounding like a whispered promise.
“Fear not. You are safe here with me,” he murmured, reaching out to coil a finger around the base of her scaled tail.
Lifts-Her-Tail shivered, her breath hitching in her throat. “I must finish my cleaning, sir. The mistress will have my head if I do not!”
Crantius pulled her flush against him, the friction of his skin against her rough hide sending a jolt of heat through his spine.
“Cleaning, eh? I have something for you. Here, polish my spear.” He released his trousers, his erection springing free, thick and pulsing in the dim light. She stared at the length of him, her pupils dilating into black voids.
“But it is huge! It could take me all night!” Her voice trembled, the roleplaying blending seamlessly into genuine, aching desire.
“Plenty of time, my sweet. Plenty of time,” he groaned, guiding her head down.
Lifts-Her-Tail sank to her knees, her tongue swirling around the crown of his cock with wet, rhythmic precision. He gripped her horns, pulling her tighter as she slid her mouth over him, the heat of her throat enveloping him in a tight embrace. He gasped, his back arching off the silk as she used her hands to stroke his base, her claws grazing his skin just enough to leave thin, red lines. The roleplaying ended as he flipped her over, pinning her to the mattress. He drove himself into her with a heavy thud, her reptilian musk filling the air. They collided in a rhythmic frenzy of emerald and gold, their cries echoing through the silent halls until he spilled himself deep inside her.