Kinktober 2025

His Sister’s Panties

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)
Commissioned by anonymous

Sarkash kept his tail low, though not quite dragging on the ground, as he crept into his sister’s room. The wooden door swung behind him, not quite closing all the way, but he kept a quiet ear out for his sister’s return. As she’d headed to the market and would likely be a while, he wasn’t all that concerned about being caught in the act.

What he was about to do… Well, to say the least, it was not the sort of thing an Argonian would typically do, as far as he knew. Sure, he was only just into adulthood while his sister was a couple of years old than him, but there was no one around to explain why certain “urges” had risen in him. His lips pressed together, the shape of his jaw not really allowing them to twist as he’d seen with the mammalian species, like humans, but there was far more to him as a reptile.

His horns were larger than his sister’s, though Sarkash had never really had typically masculine features. Even his black and grey scales were about the same shade as his sister’s, when the sly Argonian may have wanted to appear darker and more imposing. He was not at all as broad-shouldered as he could have been, but neither had the Argonian tried to put on muscle, so far working lighter jobs rather than hard, manual labour. It worked for him and he wasn’t too concerned about that.

There was an open fireplace in the corner of his sister’s room, though the wooden walls were adorned with a large wall-hanging she’d picked up from a travelling merchant. She insisted it kept the room warmer, with more soft furnishings, but they weren’t all that readily available to Argonians like them. To say the least of it, they weren’t particularly well-off in their town, but they managed to make it work.

The rest of the room was plainer, the bed wooden and piled with blankets, though they wouldn’t all be needed until the cold season came around again. There wasn’t yet the nip of winter in the air, though Sarkash cast a nervous look out the window, as if he was sure his sister was going to come upon him all over again, wondering what in the kingdom he was doing in her room.

But he wanted something particular from her room as he fished around, checking the chest of drawers where her folded clothes were stored neatly away. Sarkash paused over her underwear, his fingers playing over the soft material, imagining how it hugged her body. But it was not really his sister he was interested in, surely not…

Sarkash shook off the notion, moving on and closing the drawer gently. He just needed what he was drawn to, he told himself. There was nothing wrong with that and he would surely clean them afterwards, with the usual laundry, for his sister.

Ah! There it was! His tail perked up as he spotted the basket at the side of her bed where she was clearly storing her clothes that were ready to be washed in the laundry round. Stealthily, he set the lid aside and picked through until he found a pair of dyed, pink panties. They were small, like they would barely cover the curve of her admittedly thick ass, and he swallowed hard, folding them tightly into the palm of his hand.

One pair would have to do for the time being as he set the lid back on the basket and lunged from the room, fear clawing at his throat. There could be nothing more incriminating to him, at least in that moment, than being caught in his sister’s bedroom with a pair of her dirty panties in his hand. Still, Sarkash’s heart pounded in his chest and he stumbled his way back to his own room, breath already catching in his throat. In fact, it didn’t feel at all that he could get a full lungful of air into his body, his chest juddering and coming up short as he heaved and collapsed onto his own, messy bed.

But he still had what he needed as he held the panties tightly in his hand, using his free one to work at his loose trousers. They came down to his ankles and were the most comfortable thing he had for staying inside, when he didn’t need to work, though an Argonian didn’t typically bother with a shirt when they didn’t need to. He squirmed, twisting his tail, though it was awkward to get them pushed down with only one hand. Sarkash, however, was simply unwilling to release his prize in a hurry.

“Oh…”

When his trousers were kicked off – well, still hanging on one, bare, clawed foot – he pressed the panties to his face and took a subtle, almost hesitant, inhale. 

It was sweeter than he could have expected, the rustic scent of his sister infused through him. He wriggled, settling himself more comfortably on the bed, his eyes slanting lazily to the closed door. No one would come, he was sure, but he didn’t know how to hold back now that he had everything he wanted right there.

Sarkash’s tongue flicked out, curiously brushing over the fabric, though not close to the part that would have rested between his sister’s legs. The gusset was riper still with his sister’s scent: not damp but clearly lightly marked. Was that normal? He didn’t have the experience to know what was normal for Argonians, but his sister seemed okay enough.

He pressed them to his face again, his snout covered by them. Why did she have to smell like that? Like he just wanted to keep taking whiff after whiff as his uncut cock swelled, throbbing to attention where it had hung softly only a few moments before, his balls aching with raw, intense need. It pulsed wantonly into his hand where he captured it gratefully, barely even able to marvel at just how his lust had spiked. That couldn’t be normal…could it?

Ah, but Sarkash’s inclinations would all come to be seen in good time. It was not at all a bad thing for him to want to sniff panties, but he’d have to be a little more discreet about it in the future, even if he still stole his sister’s things. He groaned into the panties, letting the soft folds of fabric waft and wrap around his snout, sinking deeper still into the moment.

There was a sharpness about her scent on her underwear, he thought hazily as he stroked his cock, the smooth yet uncut length throbbing against his hand. Sarkash huffed hotly, his tail shifting under him where it was partially trapped by his buttocks, but he didn’t care about something like that right then. He groaned, inhaling deeply, the richness of her scent clinging to him, as if it was fusing with his rougher scales.

Sarkash didn’t know how to put it all, how much he needed her panties, how it made his cock throb to have that scent in his nostrils. Her reptilian musk sank into him, but her essence, marked on her panties, was more alluring still, as if he was being drawn to them in a way he couldn’t explain. The Argonian squirmed again, huffing hotly, his hand sliding up and down his cock in a smooth, pumping motion.

It was the kind of thing he didn’t have to think about, masturbation, but there was a fresh edge to it with his sister’s scent in his nose. He had to keep breathing deeply, taking her scent deeply into his system, like it was slipping into his bloodstream as a direct hit. It was intoxicating in the best of ways, better than any herbs or mushrooms he could have found along the forest trails that would have pulled at his senses, for everything felt drastically heightened in the moment.

Sarkash licked his lips, tongue catching the fabric once again. More, he needed more… Though the Argonian didn’t know what he was doing. His hand moved more swiftly still along the length of his cock, pushing up and down the length as he squeezed just behind the head. His balls ached and he moaned openly, not knowing what else to do. It was all instinct, for he hardly had any experience of the real thing, a groan tightening in the back of his throat as if he didn’t want to let it out.

It was just all so new to him, Sarkash huffing hotly as his reptilian nostrils flared. His spikes dug into the pillows as he shoved his head back, sniffing intensely. Every drag of breath was infused with her aroma, the scent of her essence on her panties slipping into him like a drug.

Still, he could feel himself getting closer and closer, need rising sharply inside him. It spiked suddenly and Sarkash was left gasping, huffing and grunting, twisting on the bedsheets as if he was trying to escape from something. But the Argonian was right where he wanted to be as he dragged in hot, needy breaths, entirely infatuated with her scent. It was already clear, even to him, that he was going to spend time hunting down her panties again and again, just so he could experience it all again.

“Mmmph…”

He let out a heady grunt, swallowing hard, blinking away the haze in his eyes. Sarkash rolled his hips up as if he was spearing his shaft into something, beads of pre-cum rolling headily down the length of his cock. They were swiftly smeared under his palm as the Argonian followed the lure of his own need, the swelling heat impossible to ignore within him. Not that Sarkash wanted to in the slightest, of course, seeking only to feed his lust all the way through.

He slowed a little, his hand relaxing its grip on his cock, for even he could push too far. He let the panties rub against his muzzle gently, catching on the fine, black scales at the end of his snout. It was worth it, all of it, his head dizzy with images of Argonian females coming for him. How hot could it be to have one of them ride him, hips rising and falling as they took his cock inside, squeezing around him? Of course, he had no first-hand experience of that, but Sarkash hardly cared.

Sniffing hard, he took several short, sharp puffs of breath, inhaling it all. There seemed to be another whiff of scent to savour every time he breathed in, something fresh that he had not yet enjoyed. His body quivered as he squeezed his cock again, unable to help himself from greedily feeding his own desires.

Just what was the point in holding back anyway? He breathed in, over and over again, her aroma unforgettable. It wasn’t something that could ever so easily be put aside as he groaned, his cock throbbing lustfully into the palm of his hand. His fingers folded around it a little more firmly and Sarkash whimpered throatily, need rising thick and full inside him.

He couldn’t stop it and neither was he thinking of it as orgasm exploded through him. He cried out, hips pumping up, unable to control himself, spurt after spurt of seed shooting from his cock. It was far stronger than any orgasm the twenty-year-old Argonian had ever had before, but he groaned through it, letting every roll of pleasure take him on a wave like no other. His cried went unheard, but he’d find himself crushing his sister’s used panties to his nose so many times again in the future, all to get that powerful, overbearing orgasm. It was needed, very much so, lust aching through him in such a way that, when the flow of seed stopped, leaving his body marked in his own cum, he just wanted to get off all over again.

Slumped, loose-limbed, on the bed, he moaned, the hand holding the panties finally dropping away from his muzzle. A slow smile pulled at his lips and he groaned.

Sarkash might just have found a new kink to power his desire…