Sim'baja liked to think of himself as man who was in control of his emotions. Whenever he was on a contract mission for the Dark Brotherhood, he was all business. Silent whilst receiving the details, silent during the deed, and completely calm.

Oh, there were times when he was angry. He knew how to channel that anger. How to make it cause his enemies to turn and run. He possessed the same talent with fear. The last time he had been afraid was when he had slaughtered so many Penitus Oculatus to try and save Gabriella. She had been dead on arrival, but his fear had been channeled to kill so many.

One thing he had never felt before, however, was the blind, burning rage he felt at this moment.

It had started out as a regular day in Solitude. Having stopped into town to sell off some equipment, he came across an Argonian named Jaree-Ra. The lizard had quickly engaged him in a roundabout, suggestive conversation about a heist. After a few questions, Sim'baja had agreed to the heist, and had gone about the first step: disabling the lighthouse.

It was truly remarkable just how lax security was on the structure. As Sim'baja traipsed toward it, he saw no guards anywhere, and even as he climbed the steps, he still was unable to find another living soul. Reaching the top, he had to shield his face with one hand from the heat, before you used a simple Unrelenting Force shout to send the wood flying off the structure and into the sea. He had returned, reported his success, and then followed Jaree-Ra's directions to the wreck.

That was when the trouble had started. Now facing a considerable number of Black-Blood Marauders, Sim'baja experienced such fury as he had never before felt. It wasn't the sight of the slaughtered sailors, innocent men who had been victims of chance; it was the betrayal that stung him to the core. Never before in all of his work had he been so thoroughly betrayed; even when Astrid had ratted him out, she had done so for the promise of protection for the Brotherhood. This betrayal was over something as simple as coin.

Which brought him back to the present. Rounding the last corner in the ship, he casually slashed out with his claws, slicing the throat of Deeja's guard. As the Argonian drew her weapon, he slid Chillrend out of its sheathe, the familiar hissing filling the air and making the woman pause. When he shouted "ZUN HAAL VIIK," sending her weapon flying through the air and burying itself in the wooden hull, she threw her hands up in surrender.

"Waitwaitwaitwait," she quickly babbled, kneeling as he came closer and pressed Chillrend's tip to her throat. "We can talk about this. We can work this out. I will give you my share of the money, eh? How about that?"

"No amount of money could even begin to repay the thorough screwing you've given Sim'baja here, Deeja," he hissed, pressing his ears flat against his skull. Her eyes seemed to light up at his words, and her lips curled into a self-satisfied smirk as she slowly reached forward, clasping the belt of his Thieves Guild armor.

"How about if I give you a real screwing then, eh? After killing so many of my guards, adrenaline must be coursing through you, and I would hate to see such a fine male specimen be uncomfortable." Silence reined for several seconds, before Chillrend slid back into its scabbard. Smiling triumphantly, she quickly slid his trousers down around his ankles, before pulling off her leather armor. While he shed himself of his cuirass, she ran her scaly hands through the fur on his legs, before taking him in her mouth.

The sensation was different than when performed by a human, elf, or Khajit. The Argonian's jaw was shaped differently, so she was unable to take him deep into her throat. She made up for it with her naturally long tongue, wrapping it around his shaft and sliding it along the skin. Her scaly nose rubbed against his pelvis, and she lightly dragged her teeth along him as she bobbed up and down on him.

Unsheathing his claws, he lazily cut through the straps of her leather armor, watching as the garment fell to the floor, exposing her naked body. Her breasts were round and plump, like a human or elf's, but were covered in a thin layer of overlapping scales and possessed no visible nipple. Her abdomen, devoid of scales, resembled the membrane of a dragon's wing. As she ceased her ministrations and lay on her stomach, spreading her legs, he saw that the scales surrounding her entrance were knobbed and ribbed, and as he slowly pushed into her, he found that it was to increase pleasure.

His eyes rolled back in his head as he began his thrusts from behind, and she made strange sounds. With her raspy voice, he assumed they were moans of pleasure, and when he increased his pace, they increased in volume. Reaching under her, he pawed her breasts, feeling them out and experimenting to find the most sensitive areas. Her tail arched over her back, swinging lazily, and with each thrust, the base of her tail pressed against his abdomen, reminding him of the Khajit women, albeit more scaly.

After ten minutes, he flipped Deeja over onto her back, and began thrusting into her harder, watching as her eyes glazed over and her breasts bounced around. After another ten, she tightened around him as she orgasmed, and he was able to last another minute before he came. Panting lightly, he wiped the sweat from his brow. As Deeja moved away from him, he grabbed her scaly arm in an iron grip. "This one is not done yet," he told her, thrusting twice to prove his point.

"You last much longer than any men Deeja has slept with before," she said, reminding him a little more of Elsweyr. "Argonian men are considered to be exceptional if they last five minutes. The men and elves don't last much longer."

"Sim'baja is not man, nor elf, nor Argonian. Khajit is strong, and enduring. This one once ran the entire Seven Thousand Steps to the Throat of the World." Wrapping his arms around Deeja, he pulled her so they were both sitting up, before he began thrusting into her again, the new angle sending her head back. Hours passed, and their bodies became slick with sweat.

As Deeja's eighth orgasm triggered Sim'baja's seventh, he suddenly began gasping for air. It took him a moment to realize Deeja's tail was now wrapped tightly around his neck, and her expression had passed from orgasmic excitement to murderous excitement. In addition, she tightened her legs around his waist, immobilizing him, and trapped his arms behind his back. The corners of his vision began to flicker, and summoning what air he could, he Shouted out, "FEIM!"

Unable to have completed the entire Shout, he knew that he only had a few seconds. Focusing intently on the meaning of Feim, which was Fade, he became as a ghost, and slid through her body, before standing behind her just as the effects disappeared. Deeja was quick to respond, however, whipping her tail around and catching his chest with one of the sharp vertebrae-like scales running up it. He hissed in pain, before she lunged forward, trying to catch his shaft in her mouth and bite it off. Catching her jaws with his hands, he strained against her as her muscles tried to force her mouth closed.

Roaring with one final effort, he yanked his arms in opposite directions, splitting her skull and tearing the top portion off, blood spraying across the area. As her body slithered across the damp floor into the pooling water, Sim'baja redressed, brushing off his hands. A quick rifle through her belongings revealed a letter denoting the location of Jaree-Ra.

"Time to go hunting."

Well, there you have it folks. Next up is Vex. Review and tell me how I did!

-Zeratide, out.