WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS GAY ARGONIANS AND GAY ARGONIAN SEX. IF YOU DON'T LIKE ARGONIANS OR ARGONIAN SEX THEN DON'T READ THIS STORY!

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Climbing back onto the bed Okan pulled the sheets back and after a bit of maneuvering pulled Asum against his chest. Covering them both with sheets Okan spoke. "rest now youngling. We can talk more tomorrow." Asum growled at him."I'm not a youngling." A moment later Asum jerked as Okan smacked his butt. "keep it up and you'll need to be taught another lesson." Asum was silent for a moment, then "well I couldn't ask for a better teacher." Okan smiled and pulled Asum's smaller body a bit closer. "goodnight Asum." A moment later Okan felt Asum's tongue flitter across his cheek. "goodnight Okan."

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CHAPTER 2

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Asum moaned slightly as he rolled over, while keeping his eyes closed. It had to have been a dream. He had been not only rescued from the vampires but it had been by a fellow argonian who had brought him to whiterun and had taken his virginity. Sighing again Asum rolled onto his back and sat up. If it had been a dream it was the best dream he'd had in years. Sitting up Asum opened his eyes and watched as the warm fur blankets fall from his chest. He's head whipped around as he heard someone next to him groan. "lay back down Asum. It's too early to do anything yet." A moment later Asum felt a hand grab his wrist and pull him back down to the bedding and against a warm scaly chest. Rolling over onto his other shoulder Asum felt his eyes widen as his eyes fell onto the familiar form of Okan.

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It hadn't been a dream, it had been real, and that meant….. Asum's scales turned bright pink, as the memories came flooding back to him. "what are you thinking about little one? You're scales have gone pink again." Asum looked back to Okan who was watching him with one sleepy eye. "we…last night….we….we…" "fucked." Asum felt his scales go if it was possible even more pink. A moment later though he felt Okan grip one of his horns and bring his face close enough so he could lick the side of Asum's nose. "we fucked last night youngling. Do you remember?" Asum found himself looking into Okan's eyes as he nodded. Okan smiled and pulled him even closer and ran his tongue across his lips. "you were very…eager." Asum's eyes broken first dropping down to look at the fur blankets that surrounded them; his scales felt like they were burning from embarrassment.

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A moment later Asum moaned slightly as he felt Okan run his hand through his head feathers. "it's nothing to be ashamed of young one. Most are eager their first time." Asum chanced a look up at Okan who smiled at him and pulled him closer so his shoulder was against Okan's chest. "relax Asum. Just lay her with me for a bit longer. Just enjoy the warmth and the security for now." Asum nodded slowly and rolled back over so his back was against Okan's chest. But try as he might he could not clear his mind. Memories of last night swam through his mind like fish in a lack, the feelings, the emotions; they all seemed to swirl in his mind.

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As the memoires continued to play through his head Asum felt his body begin to respond. He let out a low groan as he felt his cock begin to grow and respond to the memories of Okan's ministrations. For several minutes Asum lay there his back pressed against Okan's chest while his cock throbbed and pulsed with the memory of last night. But after several more minutes Asum found he could no longer bear the throbbing organ that now demanded attention. Moving his hand slightly Asum tried to move in such a way that Okan would not know what he was doing. Rubbing the head of his cock Asum bit back the small moan that threatened to escape. He could feel his heart beginning to speed up, his body eager preparing itself for its climax. "what are you up to young one?"

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At once Okan's hands were over his, gripping them tightly making Asum bite back another moan. "did little one get horny while thinking about last night?" this time Asum could not hold back the whimper that escaped. He could feel Okan's grip on his hand squeezing and massaging his cock; making it pulse and throb even harder. "maybe you need another lesson?" Asum shook his head. He was In no hurry to be 'taught' anything. Asum groaned as he felt his hips begint o move on their own, humping into his and Okan's hands which were still pumping his cock. "t.." Asum felt Okan chuckle.

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"dont let the thalmor hear you say that. They might arrest you. And how would you look being led away in irons with this.." Asum let out a slightly louder moan as Okan pulled the tip of his cock into an almost painfully tight grip. "this the way it is?" Asum felt a shiver run up his spine as his mind constructed that mental image of him with his hands clamped in irons while his cock throbbed in need. But the image was destroyed as Okan batted Asum's hand away and took over. Asum had to bite his lip a lot harder as he felt Okan grip the tip of his cock in another almost painfully tight grip before beginning to move his hand down until it was at the base of his cock, not once allowing the tightness to loosen. "t.." how could he be this close to climax already?

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Asum hips bucked as he felt the knot of fire in his chest begin to burn hotter and hotter. His hands searched frantically for something to hold on to finally resting with his right hand clutching a fist full of sheets and his left hand grabbed hold of Okan's spare hand. "Okan…" god his cock felt like it was going to explode! Okan's grip was maddeningly tight and even as he humped against Okan's fist trying to make it speed up Asum could feel his balls beginning to burn, as his climax started.

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It was not the same as last night though. This one was slower, more drawn out. Asum felt his back arch against Okan's chest; while his tail thrashed half wildly from side to side. His balls ached as they emptied their contents over Okan's hand which continued to pump his cock with its painfully tight grip. Asum felt his mouth open as a low rumbling hiss that shook his chest escaped. Asum felt his body go limp as his orgasm ended. Suddenly his lungs felt empty and he gasped for air, his tongue rolling out of his mouth as he gulped down mouthfuls of cool fresh air.

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He had been about to speak when a knock at their door broke him out of his blissful pleasure aura. "Okan? Just wanted you to know you've got 30 minutes before you have to pay for another night in this room. And just so you know there is a message for you down here at the bar." A moment later the sound of footsteps echoed away from the door. Asum shifted slightly looking at Okan who smiled at him. "well I guess that is that. Come on, help me gather up my gear." Asum shivered slightly as Okan stood up, moved across the room and started gathering up his things from the dresser. Yawning slightly Asum sat up and rubbed his face slightly. Standing up Asum had turned and bent down and began the robe Okan had given him yesterday. "hey…" Asum looked up at Okan. "what? What's wrong?" Okan shook his head but moved so he was gripping the base of Asum's tail. Asum shivered slightly as Okan lifted his tail exposing his slightly sore tailhole. After a moment Okan let out a low "hmmmm."

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Asum shifted slightly embarrassed. "Okan what is it?" a moment later though Asum let out a small yelp of surprise as he felt one of Okan's fingers brush against his tailhole. After another moment Okan spoke. "hmm…..that's odd. You have a birthmark at the base of your tail, but above you're tailhole. It almost looks like….." Asum whimpered as he felt Okan stretch the sensitive skin under his tail. He may not have been doing it on purpose but Okan was somehow managing to make Asum excited again. "it almost look like the oblivion symbol." Asum let out a low moan as Okan stretched the skin a bit further. "wow it really looks like the symbol for oblivion." This time when Okan stretched the skin Asum felt a shiver race up his spine while a loud moan escaped his mouth. "Okan…don't…"

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Okan looked up at Asum. The young argonian was panting his eyes partially glazed over from lust. Little beads of sweat were shining around his neck and chest, and his cock was semi erect despite its recent activities. Releasing Asum Okan blushed slightly out of embarrassment. "sorry." Asum nodded taking in deep breaths as his cock continued to throb; his body now angry with him at the lack of attention. Forcing himself to move Asum bend down and continued looking for his clothing.

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A short while later Asum and Okan left the room locking it behind them and made their way down to the bar. Setting the key on the bar asum watched as Okan turned to him and spoke. "I have some business to take care of around town. Why don't you wander around the markets for a bit, and I'll come find you when I'm done?" Asum shifted from 1 leg to the other unsure. As if he knew what Asum was thinking Okan spoke. "I won't abandon you. Here…" Asum watched as Okan unslung the large iron greatsword from his back and offered it to him. "take this. That way I have to come and find you so I can get this back." Asum nodded and smiled weakly as he took the sword from Okan and slung it over his back. Going thewir separate ways Asum found himself looking around whiterun with a bit of amazement. Unlike riften the air and sky was completely clear, he could see the blue of the sky obscured by a single white cloud.

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Also unlike riften the people in whiterun seemed to be at least for the most part honest, and kind people. As he walked past a woman wearing a blue patchwork dress she even smiled at him. wandering through the market Asum found himself drawn to a loud metallic banding sound; and soon found himself standing in front of a blacksmith shop. Watching the blacksmith work Asum jumped slightly as she looked up at him and spoke to him in a loud voice. "you here to shop? Or are you gunna help me?" Asum looked to the large forge and then back to the blacksmith who had put her hammer down and was now staring at him. "I don't know anything about forging weapons or armor." The smith shrugged. "that's fine. See the smelter?" Asum nodded. "see the pile or ore next to it?" Asum nodded, a moment of silence. "do you really not see what I'm asking you to do?" Asum shook his head. The smith sighed and picked up her hammer again.

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"look I'll spell it out for you. For every ingot you forge for me I'll pay you 3 septims. Ok?" Asum nodded still slightly unsure. But never the less he made his way over to the smelter and picked up the heavy duty shovel that stuck out of the pile of ore. It was true he didn't know much about forging things. But back in blackmarsh all children were taught the basics of smelting ore. Picking up a shovel full Asum set to work. First he dropped the ore into the melting pan; which would heat up the ore, and melt the metal was burning away any leftover dirt. Once the metal was hot and molten Asum used a pair of tongs and pulled out the pan and poured the white hot metal into an ingot mold before setting the mold off to the side so it could cool.

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He fell into a kind of patter and soon found himself very absorbed in his work. So much so that he seemed to tune out the sounds of the city around him. in the back of his mind he kept track, '20 ingots, 30 ingots, 40 ingots.' He had just set about pulling out the now cooled ingots when a familiar voice called out to him. "When I said I'd let you pay me back; I didn't mean right away." Asum straightened up and wiped the sweat from his forehead. In front of him Okan smiled at him. after a moment the smith spoke. "Okan. You know this child." Okan smiled as he saw Asum bristle slightly; the boy really did hate to be called young. "He's not a child Adrianne. And yes I do know him." Adrianne shrugged. "he's good with the smelter. Got more done than I would have been able to. Feel free to look through the store's inventory while I pay him." Okan shook his head. "no thank you Adrianne we've been over this before. I like my iron greatsword. I don't want a steel one or a dwarven one."

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Adrianne nodded but moved over to a large cabinet and pulled it open. When she turned back around she held a large golden and silver blade with fancy scrollwork etched onto the blade. "what about an elven greatsword. 10 times sharper than your blade, and it only weighs 2 pounds more." Asum watched as Okan took the blade from Adrianne and hefted the greatsword. Stepping back slightly Okan gave the massive sword a few swings; admiring the weight and balance of the blade. "is this the real thing?" Adrianne nodded. "yes. a khajiit warrior said she got it out of an old fort by falkenreth. It's not a reproduction." Okan nodded and swung the blade again. "how much are you asking for it?" Adrianne grinned. 300 septims." Okan looked up at her. Make it 250 and I'll take it." Adrianne shook her head. "275." Okan glared at her for a moment. "250, and I'll give you my old iron one for free." Adrianne was silent for a moment, then "alright. Take it."

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A short while later Asum had unslung Okan's iron sword from his back and handed it to Adrianne who smiled at him and handed Okan the new elven blade. Watching Okan resling the blade Asum couldn't help but feel a little useless. Okan was a warrior, he knew how to use the giant blade he now carried. And yet Asum didn't know how to fight. Sure he'd been in a few bar brawls but that was it. If they ever encountered something that Okan couldn't handle he would be worse than useless. Stepping forward as Adrianne counter the gold Okan had handed her; Asum cleared his throat. Adrianne looked up at him. "what?" shifting from one leg to the other nervously Asum hoped his voice didn't show how nervous he was. "do you have anything…..smaller? like a shortsword?" Adrianne shook her head. "no one uses shortswords in Skyrim. But I do have a nice selection of dagger. Care to look?" Asum nodded and followed Adrianne as she walked him over to the cabinet and pulled it open.

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Dozens of weapons hung from small hooks inside the cabinet. Swords, bows, even a warhammer but Asum's eyes found the daggers in a heartbeat. He knew his limits, he wasn't very skilled with bows, and he could barely even lift Okan's greatsword let alone a warhammer; and he persoanlly preferred daggers to swords. Picking up a simple steel dagger Asum gave the blade a fast swing admiring the whistling sound it made as it sliced through the air. "how much for this one?" Adrianne shrugged, "10 septims. That'll leave you with 90 septims for smelting the ingots." Asum nodded. "Ok. This is fine." Strapping the dagger to his hip Asum watched as Adrianne began counting out gold coins and putting them into a small bag.

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Taking the bag from her; Asum smiled before turning and making his way over to Okan who was still admiring his new blade. "is everything taken care of here?" Okan nodded. "yeah. you ever been up to winterhold?" Asum shook his head. "no." Okan smiled. "wanna go see it then?" Asum cocked his head. "why?" Okan shrugged. "remember the message that was being held for me at the bar?" Asum nodded, and Okan continued. "winderhold is home to the mage college. I've worked with them before, and now they want my help. They found something in an old ruin. They want to bring it back to the college to study. They want my help to guard the object while they transport it back. Interested in coming with me?"

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Asum nodded. "would you like me to come with you?" Okan smiled. A moment later Asum felt himself being pulled against the older argonian's chest. "I'd love for you to follow me youngling." Asum hissed lightly. "I'm not a youngling." Okan's head feather bristled slightly. "compared to me you are. Now come even, by carriage it will take almost a full day to travel to winterhold. Now follow me, youngling." Again Asum hissed. "stop calling me that." Okan grinned showing off his teeth. "only when you stop acting like one."

AN: WELL FOLKS CHAPTER 2 IS UP AND DONE.

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SO THEY ARE OFF TO WINTERHOLD. WHAT WILL HAPPEN THERE?

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AND WHAT IS THE DEAL WITH ASUM'S BIRTH MARK?

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READ THE NEXT CHAPTER TO FIND OUT.