Those Snake Folk Chapter 28, an elder scroll series fanfic

Resh POV

Resh had done something that day he hadn't done in a long time now. He had ran. It wasn't even from something dangerous, or something trying to kill him. He had run because he was a coward and couldn't face up to his own stupid mistakes.

Lydia's warm breath drifted along his neck as he hoisted her around his waist. He could feel his throbbing manhood desperately trying to push against his trousers' confines. The aching pain from down below wasn't being helped by the wanton moans she was letting out as he ground against her, or from the pooling moisture and heat from down below he could feel through her clothing.

Shaking his head of the sexual thoughts Resh carried on through the forest. He had nowhere to go, nowhere to run, but he kept at it as if he had a purpose. He just needed to distance himself from the Nordic woman as much as he could. It was bad enough he had lost all his morals completely and bedded the human, but what was worse was the part of his mind was telling him to run back to her.

Hastily, all clothes in sight were shed. Resh stepped back for a few moments, admiring his lover's body. To him nothing could have looked better, her ample breasts, curvy figure, whatever that tuft of hair by her womanhood was. It was all beautiful and made him stir with even more passion than before. Lydia seemed just as excited as he was, shown by the small bead of fluid already dripping down her thigh.

The Tsaesci growled as he felt his member stiffening at the remembrance of the night before. She was a human, he couldn't think these things. It was wrong. He couldn't be with someone from such a barbaric species, no matter how nice she had seemed. Nords were savages, animals almost. Resh should've known befriending one could never have been a good idea. He should have just killed her on sight.

Within an instant their naked bodies had joined, lips, among other parts, locked in a furious embrace. It didn't take long before their intertwined forms had somehow found their way from standing to the bed. The night was only just beginning.

Unable to bear staying in his Nordic form again due to what it had recently been through, Resh immediately changed back to his snake-like appearance. Despite that, he still felt wrong. As if he was tainted, changed. He just couldn't get the thought of Lydia, all of Lydia, from his mind. And regardless of his brain's objections to it, his body reacted like it would to anyone from his own species.

Making sure Lydia was ready for him, Resh bent over and put his mouth to good use. Each moan she let out filled him with such pride that he cared little about his own wants, scratch that, needs. He wasn't getting no zero pleasure from it, though. Just knowing he was giving his lover pleasure was good for him too. And the sight he had was enough of a reward anyone could ask for.

Resh couldn't take it anymore. His own mind was punishing him. What had he done to deserve this? Was it his fault for being the Dragonborn? Maybe it was Nirn's way of telling him that, because of what he was, he had brought it upon himself.

After he felt a splash of fluid in his mouth, Resh felt like he had done enough with his tongue, and rose up above her to join lips again. Lydia could taste herself on his lips but didn't care as she forced their tongues together and fought for control.

The biggest insult to this curse was his enjoyment of the last night, and how much his body appeared to want it again. It was almost painful to feel his cock jutting out into the air in all its glory but have no way to deal with it. Well… there was one way, to deal with it.

The Tsaesci scolded himself for thinking like that. Even if his body betrayed him when sober, he would not allow his mind to. He was ashamed of himself when intoxicated, with his wits about him he wouldn't be able to live with himself.

Driving into her again and again Resh could feel Lydia's velvety walls clench around him. The tightness and heat weren't enough to stop him from going. So even through all the pleasure cascading around him, Resh kept pushing forwards and into her, making her gasp and moan in pleasure with each thrust. Their bodies slapped together with sweat and juices each time they joined as one, and the two worked in perfect harmony and rhythm as with each other.

Finally snapping at the flashback, Resh hissed in reluctance as he grasped himself within his hand and set to work. He tried his hardest to relieve himself in such a way as to merely remove his lust and get no climax. But, unfortunately, when thinking of Lydia the plan didn't go as he wanted and his efforts were in vain as he felt the pleasure rush through him.

At long last Resh was starting to feel his peak slowly creep up. He had lasted for a few hours, so he still considered it good going for not having been with someone for months. He must have been pretty good, because Lydia was speaking complete gibberish in a haze of pleasure. He was almost worried she had a concussion. He continued despite his worries for his final few thrusts as he buried himself all the way within her as hard as possible, making her moan elicit one final moan time in pleasure as his seed filled her until it dripped.

Resh sighed, dirty thoughts having less of an effect after… taking care of business. It was only really a matter of time before Kayci came after him. He couldn't imagine his old friend being overly fond of his departure. Regardless, he couldn't go back to Lydia willingly, despite the fact he knew he should.

The story without the M/F sex. Read now if you skipped the first part, if you didn't then go to the next part, proceed to the next bold writing.

Resh had done something that day he hadn't done in a long time now. He had ranrun. It wasn't even from something dangerous, or something trying to kill him. He had run because he was a coward and couldn't face up to his own stupid mistakes.

Shaking his head of the sexual thoughts, Resh carried on through the forest. He had nowhere to go, nowhere to run, but he kept at it as if he had a purpose. He just needed to distance himself from the Nordic woman as much as he could. It was bad enough he had lost all his morals completely and bedded the human but what was worse was the part of his mind was telling him to run back to her.

Unable to bear staying in his Nordic form again due to what it had recently been through, Resh immediately changed back to his snake-like appearance. Despite that he still felt wrong. As if he was tainted, changed. He just couldn't get the thought of Lydia, all of Lydia, from his mind. And regardless of his brains objections to it, his body reacted like it would to anyone from his own species.

Resh couldn't take it anymore. His own mind was punishing him. What had he done to deserve this? Was it his fault for being the Dragonborn? Maybe it was Nirn's way of telling him that because of what he was, he had brought it upon himself.

The Tsaesci scolded himself for thinking like that. Even if his body betrayed him when sober he would not allow his mind to. He was ashamed of himself when intoxicated, with his wits about him he wouldn't be able to live with himself.

Lydia POV

"I can't believe he'd just run off like that," Brelyna comforted, arms wrapped around the sobbing woman to try and cheer her up.

"I can," Kayci muttered. She really should've seen it coming. That way she could have waited for him to run out of the room and knocked him unconscious before he would be able to bolt.

"Let me just check if your dehydrated or worn out. You two went on longer than us, so you probably need something to freshen up," Brelyna explained, while pooling magica in her hands to check the woman.

Lydia nodded her acceptance, "The worst part was the way he jumped away from me when we touched. It was like he thought I was disgusting. Like I was an animal!" Lydia wailed. Resh hadn't put her down gently to say the least. He had acted just like her very presence was like poison, making her feel like shit.

"That's it! I'm going after that bastard!" Kayci shouted, already starting to leave the emotion filled room, although that action was halted when Brelyna spoke up.

"I've got some bad news…" Brelyna muttered, looking slightly distressed herself with what she had found out.

All eyes turned to the Elf, whose hands were glowing with magic, scanning the Nord woman, "What?"

Brelyna sighed, "Lydia… You're pregnant."

"So you're telling me you think I'm pregnant? And what's this coming from? Some detect life crap?" Lydia all but shouted, clearly distressed and in minor denial about the situation.

"No, detect life wouldn't have shown me anything. Technically it's just a cluster of cells. The spell just showed me where your body is using its energy, and let's just say your womb is going hyperactive," Brelyna explained, trying to lighten the mood with her tone of voice.

"I don't care how the fuck it worked! It was one drunken night, I can't be pregnant," Lydia complained.

Brelyna just sighed, "Biology is fact. You can't argue with it. Kayce, I'm sure you've had to deal with this problem before, help explain," unfortunately for Brelyna where her lover had been previously standing was empty space as the Tsaesci had obviously run off after her friend.

"Well anyway," the Elf continued, "The point is, you are pregnant whether you like it or not. So that's just something you need to deal with."

"What can I do now then? I can't very well go around with a kid, I'm meant to be helping the asshole of a Dragonborn with all his duties. I have no time to birth and look after a child. It would be dangerous for it," Lydia went on starting to breathe heavily in stress as it all started to set in, clearly clueless about the whole situation.

"Well for one you don't actually have to keep it. Just go to an alchemist and buy a potion. In fact you probably don't even need to go that far, I can only assume that Kayce has one in her pack somewhere so just ask her about it when she gets back," Brelyna told her, managing to calm the situation and stop Lydia hyperventilating.

"That sounds… good," Lydia muttered in deflation. Then she sighed, "Shit… I just need something to take my mind off all this."

Brelyna thought for a while before coming up with something, "Have you seen some of the stuff in Kayce's pack?"

Kayci POV

Running out onto the streets Kayci was finding it hard to trace Resh's smell, it shouldn't be difficult for her because of her race but the night before had really clogged up her sense with other scents.

In the end she just decided to ask anyone if they had seen her idiot of a best friend. It was of no surprise the first woman she found to ask was the only one wearing ridiculously revealing armour, almost as bad as her own.

"Have you seen Resh?" Kayci asked someone on the streets. From the smell she was apparently a werewolf, Kayci took note of this, werewolves were notorious for never running out of stamina.

"The massive guy who killed that dragon? Why are you looking for him? He's kind of an asshole," the woman replied.

"You're not wrong there," muttered Kayci, "Anyway though, have you seen him?"

"Yeah, he ran down the street naked and out of the city," Aela told her, remembering the bizarre event from earlier.

Kayci smirked before taking a step forward, "Too bad it was him and no-"

"I don't swing that way," the wolf woman bluntly stated mid speak.

"Fine, fine," Kayci surrendered holding up her arms in submission, "I guess I've got to go then, so long."

Aela narrowed her eyes after placing her face, "Besides, weren't you with that Elf last night?"

"No time to talk, need to go," Kayci stammered before running off. No doubt the werewolf was going to tell her lover about the attempted infidelity, damn libido getting her into trouble.

Outside the city it was no easier to track him, although there were less people for scents to get confused the open space allowed his smell to be more spread out and vague. Luckily despite this, and the aforementioned scents of Brelyna already clouding her mind, she could still follow his trail. She had been doing this sort of thing for years, also it turned out Resh had a stronger odour than usual because of last night's activities for him with Lydia.

30 Minutes Later

At last she had found him. Kayci couldn't believe it took her half an hour to find one man. He hadn't even gone that far. The only reason she managed to find him at all in the end was because of his transformation into his true form.

Regardless, she had him now, and she was sure as hell bringing him back.

"You are a twat," Kayci hissed at his curled up form, he had his head in his hands and tail wrapped all the way around him. The female Tsaesci was beyond pissed off that he could be so short sighted and arrogant to be affected this much by something as insignificant as fucking another race.

Resh didn't even look up, "Easy for you to say, you'd do unspeakable things like that sober."

Growling now Kayci pulled his hands away from his face to look him in the eye, "It's times like this I'm surprised I can even bear to stand in the same room as you. How can you be so stuck up and racist that you condemn it as disgusting. For someone who talks a lot about being honourable you can really be an intolerant dick sometimes."

"And you, for someone so open-minded you don't seem very tolerant of my… intolerance," Resh snapped.

"Are you even listening to yourself? All you've done is prove that you're a bastard, do you really want to keep arguing? The more you do the more of a cunt you sound like," Kayci argued, coming close to punching him in anger.

"It's irrelevant what you think, you're a slut. I couldn't care less about what you think I am just because I don't want to shag an animal! It's wrong and disgusting an-"

Kayci was furious now and started yelling at him, and Resh cringed away from her, calling her names probably wasn't the best idea, "Resh, let's face it, I'm not being funny, but you're a cunt! You're a cunt now, and you've always been a cunt! The only difference now is that you're an even bigger cunt, might have a few more cunt kids!"

Resh's eyes went wide at her last statement, "more?"

"Oh shit." Kayci cursed, she doubted she should've been the one to tell him, "Well you've got to admit, you're kind of an idiot. What do you expects going happen after a drunken mistake?"

Resh was silent, stunned into it by the shock of what he had heard. He couldn't be a father, not to a human child. He could barely live with himself as it was, and now this? He wasn't the right kind of person to look after a Tsaesci child let alone some half-caste animal.

"You are aware you're going to have to start speaking soon right? We're going back to Whiterun, where you are going to have a proper talk with Lydia, while we're at it you're going to want to change back to a Nordic form," Kayci growled, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him upwards sharply.

"No," Resh replied bluntly, changing into his human form anyway, so that if he did attempt running he wouldn't have random people attack him.

"What do you mean 'no'? It wasn't a fucking choice. And I know why you just shifted, if you even think about running I'm going to have to feel sorry for the child that's father has to spend all his time in a temple getting his face rebuilt!" Kayci hissed, wrenching even harder at his hair until it really started to hurt, causing Resh to grunt at the feeling.

The last statement didn't do anything to help him calm down though, because bringing up a child again only made him panic even more. With his superior strength Resh was able to push her off him quickly, and as she recovered he bolted out of the forest.

Kayci cursed, but followed none the less. Thankfully she was faster than him so he didn't get very far. She was going enjoy this. He deserved it after all for being such a prick to Lydia, and, albeit slightly blinded by shock insulting herself.

"I warned you," Kayci snarled as she caught up with him. That was the last thing Resh heard before he saw black.

Resh POV

Resh growled as he propped his head up, finally awaking from his unconsciousness, barely remembering what had previously happened to him, "How long have I been out?" he murmured in a daze at the blurred form above him.

His response came out in a pissed off spitting tone, "Three. Fucking. Days. We need to talk," the blurred face finally came into focus, revealing a Lydia that did not look pleased. Why did that have to be his first sight after waking up?