I do hope this will make up for the confusion. Sooooo embarrassing…

 

Rei Ginsei awakened, groaning deeply as pleasure softened his muscles. He’d rolled onto his back at some point, and now, before he had time to register what was happening, he was coming, digging his claws and his heels into the mattress and gasping as he was emptied. This was too good to just simply be a particularly intense wet dream, and so he reached down. His fingers brushed over the arch of one of Sabrael’s larger horns before burying themselves in his soft, mussed-up hair. As he finished, he pushed his hips up, gently pressing Sabrael’s head down onto his cock and gradually becoming more aware of his kirin’s own orgasm, the intensity of which seemed to wrap around his tool like a sleeve lined with maddeningly soft fur.

As soon as he felt that he could end contact without too much detriment to his or his bond’s enjoyment, he pulled Sabrael up so that he was lying on him. A foot hooked around his shin while the opposite knee drew up and pressed against his waist. He clutched Sabrael’s head as Sabrael clutched his, and kissed him hard and aggressively.

“What was all that about, you brazen thing?” Rei grinned, flicking the tip of his tongue over the spiral of his kirin’s ear and breathing gently over the length of it before biting its apex.

“I thought you must have been having a naughty dream,” he moaned, “because I woke up, and you were pressing against my back. You were so hard and so excited, I couldn’t help myself.”

Rei grabbed one of Sabrael’s buttocks and helped his rhythm as he rubbed against his stomach. “I was out cold; I don’t know what I was dreaming.”

“You were very tired,” Sabrael giggled.

“Is there something I can do for my beautiful and thoughtful little kirin?”

“Maybe if you were inside me I’d get spent.”

“You think so?”

“Well,” Sabrael shrugged and grinned sheepishly. “You know me. Maybe not.”

“Then I guess we’ll just have to keep trying, hm?”

Sabrael giggled again, and Rei kissed him. “I’m not quite there yet, beauty, but go find the oil. I doubt it’ll take too long.”

Rei drew back reflexively as Sabrael kissed his nose before climbing off the bed. He dutifully began tugging his cock, watching with a mixture of amusement and attraction at the way his lover moved. It was only whenever he was naked, specifically, and playful, that he would bounce on the balls of his feet instead of walking to wherever he was going, with his hands held oddly up by his shoulders. Rei didn’t know how he came about this behavior or why, but it meant he was happy and excited, and that’s really all that mattered.

It took a little while, but after some digging, Sabrael returned triumphantly to the bed, bearing the small glass phial of fragrant oil. “Need some help?” he asked.

“Oh, always,” Rei chuckled, holding out his hand for Sabrael to pour some oil into it.

As he began oiling his tool, he exhaled slowly through his nose as warmth surrounded his balls. Gently and rhythmically, Sabrael squeezed them, making him harder much more efficiently than with his own efforts alone.

“Please tell me you’re ready,” Sabrael whimpered. Rei could feel his ache. “I don’t know how much longer I can last, feeling you like this.”

“I’m sorry it took a bit,” Rei purred. He moved to his knees and brought Sabrael up to kiss his lips. “Turn around, beauty. No, don’t bend.”

He pulled Sabrael back upright, and held his shoulder with one hand while he lowered himself a bit and leaned back. His free hand slid down the length of his kirin’s pale, smooth back, causing shivers to erupt all through each of them. Once he reached his buttocks, he slid his hand over one cheek, enjoying the shape before slipping his thumb between the divide and spreading him.

“Are you ready?”

Sabrael nodded quickly. Rei’s cock throbbed as he felt his kirin’s do the same. He’d caught up, it seemed, and his thighs started to quiver with the effort of leaning back and the urgency of his arousal.

“Rei?” his kirin asked.

“Just a moment,” he breathed. “Can’t have me coming too soon.”

Sabrael only moaned pitifully.

After a deep breath, Rei carefully lined himself up and pressed against the portal that closed off his kirin’s entrance. With every gentle push, he felt Sabrael’s anal ring expand, and as he finally gained entrance, he rose up properly as he slid into his love. His arms enveloped Sabrael, one around his hips to pull him onto him, the other under one arm with his hand resting on the opposite shoulder. He felt the discomfort, and with every moan, he kissed  his kirin’s temple.

“No one fits me like you,” he whispered as he began his rhythm. “Do you feel yourself on me?”

“I do, Rei, I do!” he gasped. He was leaning hard against Rei and gripping his thighs. “I feel it all up and down!”

“Play with your balls, beauty. I love when you do that.”

Sabrael quickly obeyed and a sharp tingling shot through Rei’s own sac and down into his legs. He hugged his kirin closer, thrusting more quickly. From the waist down, he felt like he was nothing but lightning magic. The pressure was building, bringing with it the sensation of the head of his cock swelling ever so slightly.

“I’m gonna come,” he panted.

“Oh, please, oh please!”

There was the edge, both his and Sabrael’s, and he looked down over his love’s shoulder just in time to see the first spurt of his essence explode from his eager and hard little cock. And that was it; Sabrael’s ecstasy wound around him, and the sight of his passion was the ultimate catalyst. Rei squeezed his kirin close as his hips slammed against him one final time before he blew his load almost as hard as he’d done minutes ago.

He watched, moving his hand to stroke Sabrael’s hair, as his kirin’s cock twitched and throbbed as he continued to come, and Rei reached down and began jerking him quickly, as he liked.

“Oh, Rei, I love you,” he  moaned.

“And I love you,” Rei whispered into his ear.

Finally, on shaking legs, Sabrael sank to his heels, and Rei held him gently. He wondered on their bond, how grateful he was, now that he was free, that this gentle little creature would have chosen him. It was an honor, really. He managed to keep himself in check last night while he was tired and aching, and if he could do that, it shouldn’t be too hard to do the same while he was feeling well.

“I don’t deserve you,” he said without thinking.

“I think you do. You know we’re nearly the same age. Maybe we were meant to find each other. Maybe we were meant to better each other.”

“I don’t know that I’ve done anything to better you. Feels like I mostly only terrorized you, at least in the beginning.”

“You weren’t in your right mind.”

Rei sighed, thinking better of pointing out that Vile had mostly only enhanced all of his urges and desires.

“Come on, my beauty,” he said. “Let’s take a bath, eat some breakfast, and then we’ll go play with Windy. How does that sound?”

A pang of excitement made Rei jump.

“Yes!” Sabrael squealed. “Oh, I can’t wait!”

Between the end of their lovemaking and finding themselves in the field across from the city, Rei was afraid Sabrael might explode from his excitement. Though it was endearing, by the end it felt a bit grating. Rei managed, though, hard as it was, to keep his temper in check. He had intended to show Sabrael how to get the saddle and bridle on, but he had a feeling he’d be sharp with him, so he just did it himself while the stable hand saddled Baku.

Rei handed Sabrael the reins as he held Baku and said, “We’re going to walk them over there, then you can mount up.”

“Don’t I need those things?” Sabrael asked, looking over and down at Rei’s boots. On his heels he wore plain steel spurs that ended in blunt, round balls.

“I only use these because of Baku’s size; it takes some strength to really communicate. But even if you were learning on him you wouldn’t need them. You need to feel and appreciate your unaided strength before you can even think about using spurs. When you’re confident and have a good grasp on your paces, we’ll see about getting you some like these, and only because they’ll help in case we ever need to run for it.”

When they reached a suitably flat and empty stretch of land, they stopped. Rei patted Baku’s cheek and kissed it before turning back to Sabrael, who was already giggling as Windy nudged the side of his head.

“Alright, beauty. Into the saddle with you.”

“By myself?”

“I can’t be lifting you up all the time,” Rei answered. “Remember I’m not as strong as I used to be. If you were in that dress, perhaps, but not this time.”

Sabrael returned his smile reluctantly and moved to Windy’s left side to put his right foot in the stirrup. Rei bit his tongue to keep from laughing at the way Sabrael twisted this way and that, trying to figure out how to lift himself up.

“Try the other foot,” he suggested.

“Oh! I guess that does make more sense.”

It took a little bit of doing, but finally Sabrael was able to throw his right leg over and settle himself into the saddle. He sat there looking reluctantly triumphant while loosely clutching the horn.

“Take the reins, Sabrael. The horn won’t do you much good.”

Just as his hands left their post, Windy shifted his weight. With a squeal, Sabrael pulled his hands right back to the horn, clutching it for dear life.

“You’re fine, beauty,” Rei assured him. “When you tense up, though, I’d watch those feet.”

“Why?”

“Give him a kick. Just a small one with your heels, between his barrel and his thigh.”

Sabrael twisted, trying to see where he needed to put his heels, finally tapping Windy’s side more with the insides of his boots than his heels. Windy flinched a bit, but didn’t do much else.

“Here,” Rei said as he hoisted himself up onto Baku. “See where the back of my spurs are? Watch where they go. Watch the motion of my legs; they go out just slightly, then back and inward.”

Baku obediently began to walk, and Rei stopped him beside Sabrael, whose face wore an expression of deep thought. “I don’t think I’d like it if people kicked me.”

“After meeting your brother I get the impression that if people even tried to ride most kelpies, they’d regret it.”

Sabrael giggled.

“These are big animals, Sabrael. If you hurt them, they’ll let you know.  This is just a tap.”

Taking a resolute breath, Sabrael tried again, and, this time, Windy began to walk! “I did it!” he called back. “I did it, Rei!”

Rei chuckled and goaded Baku back into a walk. “Pull back on the reins now. Tell him to stop.”

After that, Sabrael was a quick learner, and before the sun reached its peak, they were taking a leisurely ride up the switch-back road towards the Riverwood. It was supremely nice riding Baku without everything under the sun loaded onto him, and Baku seemed to enjoy it, as well. He was twenty-three, but in spite of that he was feeling quite lively, and Rei, more than once, had to pull him back out of a canter.

“Daddy, Daddy!” cried a small girl once they’d gotten into the village. “Look, it’s that man again! And another one!”

“Never you mind,” her father answered, making an effort to keep his eyes on his work at the forge. “Don’t bother him, and hopefully he won’t bother us.”

Rei thought to call something back, but thought better of it. Instead, he asked Sabrael: “So where should we go from here, beauty? I don’t want to get too far from Whiterun with all of our things still taking up space there.”

“Let’s go straight,” Sabrael answered. “There’s a road we passed when we left Haemar’s Shame that we can explore.”

“Lead on.”

Rei followed Sabrael as he left the village. He wasn’t sure what road Sabrael had been talking about, but after a while of following gently curving roads that followed the increasingly restless river, they came to a fork. The road to the right had been the one they’d followed, having cut across some land which may or may not have been owned by somebody. Sabrael led him up the one that went south. When they reached a point at which the road turned eastward, however, Sabrael kept going straight into the ever-thickening snow.

“Whoa, where are you going?” Rei asked, pulling his light coat around him.

“Exploring! You said to lead the way, so I am.”

Rei exhaled sharply through his nose, trying not to let his annoyance be felt by his kirin.

“We don’t have to…”

“I’m just a bit tired of the snow,” he said. “I apologize, Sabrael. Really, lead on.”

Sabrael smiled and continued his trek with Rei shivering behind him. It wasn’t long before they heard mayhem. People screaming, joined with the screech of some otherworldly creature, and then followed by clouds of smoke blooming from behind a wooden wall.

“That’s Helgen,” Rei said. “It has to be; if we’d followed the road I bet it would’ve taken us to the gate.”

“What do we do?” Sabrael squeaked. His fear was growing.

“What can we do?”

There was something moving around in the smoke, but it was so thick that Rei couldn’t quite make anything out. Finally, without warning, the thing – pitch black and built like a fortress – burst from the smoke, flying north and west, screeching in a way that made Rei’s blood freeze.

The horses were even less pleased. Baku reared up, gnawing at his bit as Rei tried to wrangle him back into submission, but Sabrael, never having been in such a situation, was thrown off as Windy bucked and bolted.

As soon as he could manage, Rei leapt from the saddle and ran to where Sabrael lay, luckily cushioned by a snow drift. The fear and the shock made Rei’s heart skip every other beat, and combined with his own fear for his kirin’s health, he had to keep himself from simply grabbing Sabrael to cradle him.

“Are you alright, beauty?” he asked. “Please tell me you’re alright.”

With a grimace, Sabrael pushed himself into a sitting position, sniffling. His fingers were red from the cold.

“What of your legs?” Rei persisted. “Can you feel them?”

Sabrael nodded. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to cry. It just hurt, is all.”

“It’s alright, sweetheart. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“What about the horses?”

“Baku’s over there. Windy won’t be far, I promise.”

“What was that thing?” Sabrael asked.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say it was a dragon,” Rei answered. The events prior to seeing his love get thrown from a horse started to finally sink in. “No…No, that’s foolish. It’s my eyes, that’s all.”

“It kind of looked like one, to me.”

Rei looked down and licked his lips. “The last dragon was slain ages ago, if what I’ve ever read is correct.”

“Well, we can’t just keep sitting here in the snow,” Sabrael said. “We should help the survivors.”

“You think there are survivors in there?”

Sabrael looked back at the fires consuming the town. “I don’t suppose we could do much anyway.”
 
“The responsible thing to do, I suppose, is warn Whiterun.”

“Let me stay here. I’ll find Windy and I’ll see what I can do about anyone still inside the town.”

Rei looked at his kirin with terror.

“I’ll be okay. We can’t just leave people to die. If I can help, I want to help.”

“I won’t be able to feel you,” he said quickly. “And if something were to happen to you, I couldn’t stand to live.”

“I’ll be okay, Rei, I promise. I’ll have the thought of feeling you again to keep me safe.”

“Alright. If you’re not back before sundown, I’ll come looking.”

“Deal.”

Rei helped his kirin up and kissed him hard. “I wish I’d thought to bring my medical bag.”

“I’ll make things work.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more,” Sabrael grinned.

Rei swallowed and smiled as best he could before settling into Baku’s saddle and driving him to a gallop. Unable to circumvent Riverwood, he reluctantly slowed to a trot in an effort to not run anyone over. An old woman was yelling about seeing a dragon. Her son chided her for making up stories. Regardless of whatever her son said, the old woman’s fearful cries made Rei feel less crazy, himself.

Finally away from the village, he kicked Baku back into a gallop, leaving the road as quickly as he could to cut through the fields. He flew past the meadery and the stables, the sound of hooves pounding against wood as he crossed the bridge echoed against stone walls. When he reached the gates, Rei pulled the reins back so hard, Baku reared back again, squatting low on his haunches.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” one of the guards said.

“Who do you think you are?” asked the other.

“A dragon burned Helgen,” Rei answered.

“I told you that was a dragon!” the second guard said as he shoved the other.

“He flew by here?”

“Numbnuts here says he did. All’s I know was there was something black in the sky, and for all I know it was some…some shared hallucination.”

“I’m here to tell you it’s real,” Rei insisted. “Helgen lies in ruin, and if I don’t talk to someone in charge, Whiterun might be next.”

“Go speak to the Jarl, then,” the first guard said. “I still don’t believe you, but better safe than sorry, I suppose.”

Rei nodded, and as soon as the gate was open enough to accommodate his frame, he slipped through and sprinted through the streets, weaving this way and that, trying not to run into people or trample the children who ran about. Dragonsreach, the palace belonging to Whiterun’s jarl, sat atop a hill and several flights of steps that Rei took four-at-a-time.

He didn’t stop sprinting until he was inside the palace and stopped by the point of a sword wielded by a severe-looking Dunmer woman. Rei threw his hands up and took a step back. If his reflexes had been just a hair worse, he’d have been bleeding out.

“What’s the meaning of this?” she snarled. “Barging into the palace. We don’t need daedra here, not while we’ve got other matters to tend to.”

“I’m not a daedra,” Rei said. “I know what I look like, but…it’s not important. What is important is that Helgen is destroyed.”

“…What?”

“A dragon burned it. One of the gate guards says he saw the beast, too.”

“It wasn’t just him. Come. The Jarl needs to know of this.”

Rei breathed a sigh of relief, and followed the Dunmer past grand banquet tables and to the platform
where the Jarl sat on his throne, overlooking the hall.

“And who is this?” he asked.

“This…man…claims to have seen the dragon that people keep mentioning,” she answered. “He says Helgen has fallen.”

“So it’s true. What’s your name, stranger?”

“I’m called Rei Ginsei.”

“Well, Rei Ginsei, in case you don’t know mine, I’m called Balgruuf.”

There was some measure of jocularity in his voice, but Rei didn’t much like being mocked, regardless. Still, he nodded.

“I’m not surprised,” Balgruuf said in a more serious tone. “Civil war breaks out and suddenly people say they’ve seen dragons? It’s just like the poem.”

“Poem?”

Barlgruuf took a deep breath and shifted in his throne. “And the scrolls have foretold of black wings in the cold, that when brothers wage war come unfurled. Alduin, bane of kings, ancient shadow unbound, with a hunger to swallow the world!”

“You don’t really think that, do you?” Rei asked. He was familiar with the Song of the Dragonborn, but it had only been words to an Altmer never raised to fear the dragons’ return.

“You tell me,” Balgruuf said. “If the dragons really are returning, I would ask your help.”

“You’re not asking me to hunt that thing down, are you?”

Balgruuf laughed quietly. “Let’s start simply. Come; my court wizard, Farengar, has taken to researching dragons. I suspect he might have use of you.”

Rei obediently followed the Jarl, wholly prepared to say “no” to whatever was asked of him.

“Farengar,” Balgruuf called as they entered the mage’s quarters. Farengar was bent over his desk, reading what appeared to be a map with various notes and circles drawn on it. “I have someone who might be able to help with your little project.”

“Hm? Oh, yes, I could use some help. Who’s the…ah…”

Farengar was tall, even by Nord standards, but Rei looked down on him nonetheless.

“Who are you?” Farengar asked. “What are you? Actually, answer that one first.”

“What I am is none of your business, and you will call me Rei Ginsei.”

“Okay. Rei Ginsei. I heard what was going on out there, and I want to assure you, this isn’t the first dragon sighting in Skyrim by a long shot.”

“You say that like I’m supposed to be relieved. Honestly I’d just as soon go back to Cyrodiil.”

“Just in case you thought you might be crazy, and who’s to say Cyrodiil is safe?”

“Hmph.”

“Anyway,” Farengar continued, “I’m looking to find ancient dragon burial mounds, as I believe they hold the key as to why this is happening.”

“And you want me to find them?”

“I guess you could, but the more efficient way would be for you to retrieve an artifact known as the Dragonstone.”

“And where would one find this artifact?”

“I like that you don’t pry. Get in, get out, never bothering with the why’s and wherefore’s when your betters can more effectively handle them.”

“My ‘betters‘?” Rei snarled. Farengar shrank back. “I’ve read more books than you have come rags under your bed.”

“I’m sorry! That was…That was a joke is what that was. Not all of us can appreciate-“

“Tell me where to find this Stone, you glorified magician!”

“In Bleak Falls Barrow! It’s a Nord tomb up on that mountain, just across from Riverwood. The Stone’s likely to be held in the big chamber. Shouldn’t be too difficult to find.”

“I’m not robbing a tomb,” Rei said. He never had, and he wasn’t planning to start. Part of it, he suspected in a place deep, deep down in his heart, was a fear of retribution.

“Well, you’ll probably have earned it by the time you reach it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You look like the sort who’d be a mercenary. Aren’t you?” Farengar asked.

“What’s my being a mercenary have to to with earning something in a burial site?”

“You’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

Rei narrowed his eyes. “I’m sure I’ll be compensated for my efforts, yes?”
“Oh, well, that’s the Jarl’s business. Even so, I wouldn’t say a word if you happened to take your payment from the tomb.”

Rei’s stomach was sour. He missed Sabrael fiercely, and dealing with the worst sort of coward on top of it made his insides twist.

“So?” Farengar prodded. “I’m sure I could find someone else, if you won’t.”

Rei made a sharp, subtle motion towards the mage, who flinched and backed away. He took a deep breath, wondering what he owed these people, anyway, and why he’d allowed himself to be brought this far into their affairs.

“Relax your mind, Rei Ginsei,” an authoritative female voice sounded inside his head. He wasn’t sure if it was Azura herself or simply some part of his mind remembering her to him. “The world is in transition. You are in transition. Skyrim has need of you.”

He swallowed, then nodded. “I’ll do it. I must wait for my bond before I do, though.”

Farengar leaned his head back. “I hope they get here quickly, then. Time is of the essence, you know.”

“He stayed behind to help anyone who survived Helgen,” Rei snapped. “He’s not out picking flowers. You’ll show me and mine some respect.”

Farengar held up his palms and looked away.

Rei turned to leave, noticing for the first time that Balgruuf had been watching their exchange from the doorway.

“How old are you?” the Jarl asked.

“Four hundred and twenty-three.”

“I suppose that’s enough.”

Rei looked over, confused.

“To have read that many books.”

Rei smirked. He supposed he could get to like this particular Nord, anyway.

“By the way,” he said, “while I can’t tell you to take your time, if someone is counting on you being here, you should be here for them.”

“Thank you, Jarl,” Rei said, feeling a smile begin to shape his lips.

Rei waited outside the stable, pacing back and forth, wrapping his arms tightly around his middle as the hurt in his stomach grew worse and worse. The stable workers regarded him with a little more suspicion than usual as he fidgeted, climbing onto a boulder to sit before deciding that was too uncomfortable, even climbing an old oak tree to try and find a comfortable position on a branch, from which he ultimately fell.

He stood up, brushing the grass and dirt from his clothes, looking sheepishly back at the people who’d slowly stopped doing their jobs to watch him.

“What?” he barked at them.

They didn’t seem particularly intimidated or perturbed, but they did go back to whatever it was they were supposed to be doing.

Finally, as the sky began to turn a deep pink, and he was getting ready to saddle Baku once more, he saw a black smudge in the distance. He closed his right eye, and the smudge became slightly clearer – just clear enough that he could tell it was a rider following the road at a decent clip. His heart sped, and he ran to the crossroads, thinking it best to stop here and be disappointed than run up to a stranger.

But soon he felt eagerness and excitement join his anxiety and his timid joy. He ran as hard as he could to meet his kirin, almost pulling him out of the saddle in his eagerness and holding him close, feeling strong legs wrap around his waist.

“Gods above, I was so afraid for you,” Rei said, pressing his cheek against Sabrael’s.

“I’m fine, Rei,” he said. “I told you I would be.”

“What happened there?”

“I didn’t find anyone,” Sabrael answered, sadness tainting his joy at being reunited. “The reason it took so long was because I wanted to wait for the fires to die down in some places so I could get through. If I were braver, maybe I could have run through them, but…”

“You did what you could, beauty,” Rei assured him. “Many wouldn’t have bothered. I hate to say I’m probably part of that group.”

“It’s okay. Some people escaped, though. There were footprints in the dirt and ash that led out through an open gate. I guess they knew where they were going.”

Rei nodded and let Sabrael down.

“You feel uncertain,” Sabrael said.

“Things are about to change again.”

“For the better?”

“I hope so.”