User blog:Lazarus Grimm/The Chronicles of Rashka: Witches and Bitches

I am bored again. And Rashka hasn't been getting himself to second base for some time now. Well, time to pick up the pace. This cat's libido ain't gonna fix itself.



The Chronicles of Rashka: Witches and Bitches



"Mmm", moaned the Imperial woman as his kisses reached her stomach. "I don't think I have the stamina to go again, my handsome Khajiit."

Rashka traced his lips from her neck, to her plump breasts, to her stomach... and further south... He wasn't the least tired. He wanted more. But he knew that Imperial women were moderate. One time was good enough for them, and he knew better than to push their limits. Imperials had very little concern for impatient people and he certainly didn't want to offend this one; the wife of an officer of the Imperial Watch.

''Her husband must have his hands full with gourgeous lady thieves rather than to occupy them with his beautiful wife's glorious tits. Shame on him... ''

"You sure you aren't ready to embrace Rashka one more time this evening?" he said with a sly smile as he made small circles with his claw against her cheek, so lightly and so tenderly he barely touched her skin.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">"I would have loved to", she said and kissed him. "But my daughter will be home within the next hour, and I would rather she did not find out about my... activities. I am sure you understand?"

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">In truth, he had hoped that she would accept his offer. But a no was a no. Even though he was an impatient bastard, he knew when an answer was final.

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">"Khajiit understands", he said. "This one will stay at the Tiber Septim Hotel for another day or so. After that, it's very unlikely that you will ever see Rashka again. So if you want Khajiit to return to your chambers..." He traced his finger down between her legs, watching her blissful reaction as he touched her there. "... it can be arranged for another night."

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">"I like that proposition", sighed the woman and bit her underlip. "Now, please. Go. I must tidy up. You have made a mess of my bed.

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">Rashka grinned. "Khajiit likes it messy. It's proof that he enjoyed it, no?"

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">"Indeed", she said and grabbed a nightgown, veiling her curvy forms in fabrics of white.

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">Hopefully Khajiit will see those forms again very soon,  <span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">he reflected before he got up from the bed and pulled up his breeches. He was still hard, so it wasn't all too easy. And just thinking about what he would do to her on their next encounter didn't exactly make things that much easier.

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">The woman snickered as she saw him struggling to button the pants. "Would you like to have some help with that?"

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">Rashka's heart skipped a beat. "W-Would Khajiit like some help from a gourgeous woman to get his pants up? Are Daedra ugly as fuck? Then yes! Yes, he would!"

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">The Imperial smiled seductively to him as she reached around his back, grabbing a hold onto the edges of his breeches and pulling them up to his waist, but not before having felt on his bulge. "Mmm", she said dreamily. "I can barely wait until I feel this inside my again."

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">Rashka shuddered with restrained lust. He just wanted to rip her nightgown off, push her onto the bed and have let them both have a go at each other again, but at least he now had something to look forward to. He turned around and adjusted her raven black hair behind her shoulders before kissing her passionately, examining the inside of her mouth with his tongue. She moaned softly beneath his kiss, wrapping her hands around his neck and guiding him further into her mouth.

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">He then removed himself from her before he equipped his armor which was thrown halfway across the room. He always exited through the window. Safer that way... But before he did so, he turned around to look at her. "This one will be back tomorrow to give you one good last time. Be ready for him."

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">"How could I ever be ready for you, handsome?" she joked. "Everytime you come into my chambers and enter me, I feel as if though I was a maid all over again."

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">He shrugged. "Khajiit bids you farewell for now."

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">And with those words he took a leap from the second floor and into a nearby shrubbery in the back of their garden. Leaves and twigs got stuck into his fur and he brushed them off with ease. The day was still young and it would be some time before night fell upon the land. He wouldn't mind spending the remainder of the day with some buxom barmaid if that was what it took to kill the time until his next encounter with...

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">''<span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">Viletta? Viola? Velena? ''

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">Rashka grimaced. <span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">Despite having spent the past two days' afternoons with his member inside the lonely housewife he still couldn't memorize her name. But maybe that was just as well? She shouted out her husband's name during her climaxes instead of Rashka's, so it could perhaps be considered a tie? He tried not to waste too much of his time thinking about it and instead lumbered his way down to the Tiber Septim Hotel.

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">Once inside he took the opportunity to flirt with the receptionist. She was a pretty Bosmer girl with freckles on her left cheek dark brown hair tied up in a ponytail. He didn't feel the slightest shame over the fact that as soon as he had arrived to the Imperial City he had seduced her and taken her right behind the counter. Sometimes he even managed to surprise himself with his impatient and hedonistic lifestyle. But there was little else to do with his life other than bedding women each and every day. He was still an exile. His father had seen to that for his own sake. It was hard to blame the old cat. Just a couple of more years and Rashka would have served his sentence and be welcomed back to his caravan... although the memories would always remain...

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">"Send a bottle of Sujamma up to Rashka's room, sweetness", purred the Khajiit and cupped the Bosmer's chin. <span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"And maybe he will send for you later as well? You would like that, wouldn't you?"

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">The girl blushed. "I can barely wait."

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">He grinned. "Good, because I am ready to burst with excitement. Just for you. I will..."

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">"Argh!" groaned a voice behind him. "It is impossible to find good quality service here in the Imperial City!"

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">Rashka spun around. "This one recognizes that nagging voice", he said to no one in particular.

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">And there she stood, speaking to the keeper of the inn. She looked just as ravishing and exotic as he remembered her. Her fur was completely black from top to toe, the contrary to his snow-white fur. She had long and equally black hair, shimmering in the light from the candles in the reception area. It had a flowing almost fluid form to it. It looked so soft that he couldn't help himself but wanting to touch it once again. Her forms were very appealing. Rounded hips, ample breasts, all in all she had a very curvaceous shape to her; one he wouldn't mind to trace his hands all over. But her eyes was what was the most captivating about her. Those two, shimmering blue, slit eyes, so full of innocence... yet were hiding deceit...

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">Shabhira was her name. She was a masterful thief. The best thief now living, according to rumours. Rashka had encountered her some time back during one of his everyday jobs. Back in the early days of his exile. He had been hired by a jewelry maker in Gnisis to find the thief who robbed him of his valuables every night. Rashka's job had been to track her down and to kill her. He managed to perform the first half of the job. He tracked her down to an inn and engaged in a conversation with her. Part of his job included to lure his victim into believing they were safe, just so that he could dispatch of them without much fuss. But after spending hours upon hours of talking with her, he found himself all the less willing to actually go through with the deed. In fact, despite having known the woman for only a short time, he began to... develop feelings for her... Why that was unheard of! Should he, Rashka the Bastard, the universal bedwarmer, fall under the curse of affection for some... simple thief? Yet as the night went on and they still found themselves talking to each other about interests and daily events he began to feel a strange feeling in his chest. His heart was beating at a faster rate. He felt all warm inside. His stomach had curled up into a hard knot and he felt altogether sick... in a most wondrous way... Also he became very hard in some nether regions, but that was beside the point! He had fallen in love with her. He couldn't help it. As much as he didn't want to fall to any woman, seeing as he considered himself belonging to every woman, he was now indeed trapped by this strange spell this Khajiit female had cast upon him. Shabhira was her name...

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">The very same night everything had gone so fast. They had begun to kiss each other, to caress each other, to embrace each other. This continued until they ultimately collapsed in a bed on the room Rashka had rented, until the deed was completed. Yet he reckoned he could put it to better use than to sleep it in it with this most wondrous girl's death on his conscience. They began to take each other's clothes off. He went about it as gently as he could. Normally he was so eager to enter a woman that he could barely contain himself, but with her... everything was special. He felt as if he was a virgin again. Unsure of how to go about in the procedure. But she just smiled at him and kissed, enhancing his self-esteem and his courage. And so he was once again the experienced love-machine. He took her clothes off gently, but professionally, like he had done countless of times before. And there she was... <span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">He wanted to preserve the picture of her lying naked in front of him forever. He got on top of her and kissed her, deeply and passionately, like he had never done before. He caressed her breasts, thinking that the feeling of them in his hands was as blissful as a pair of ripe and fresh fruits. She wrapped her arms around him and responded to his kissing, slightly spreading her legs for him to enter her. He raised himself above her, looking down at her with a smile, to which she smiled back. He took a grip around his member and readied himself to enter her warm embrace, but before he did so he felt the urge to finally break it to her.

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">"Shabhira", he had said. "This one thinks that he loves..."

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">Then there was the sound of a loud crash, a ringing pain echoed through his head as something hard hit him in the side of his head. A broken vase had appeared in Shabhira's right hand. She was still smiling, even as Rashka's eyesight turned blurry and darker, until he finally collapsed onto the floor. He was still hard for her though...

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">When he had woken up later on, he found that Shabhira had left him alone there. Somehow she had been able to see through his intention at the start of the night. She knew that he had been sent to kill her, but she had not seen that he had never meant to go through with it. His purse was missing, as well as other valuable belongings he had been saving. But the only thing she had truly taken from him was his pride. At least she had had the courtesy to leave the mark of her gorgeous lips on his cheek before she had left the room. Ever since, there was only one woman for Rashka. One woman he could truly love. Even if she had managed to see through his disguise, he had been able to see through hers. Everything he had learnt about her that night hadn't been lies she had been feeding him. It had been her heart laid bare for him to see. And he loved what he saw. And ever since that night he saw her face on every women he had bedded. <span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10pt;line-height:15.75pt;">And now she was here... In Tiber Septim Hotel, in the Imperial City, in Cyrodiil...

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">"Shabhira?!" exclaimed Rashka.

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">The black Khajiit looked back at him after her quarrel with the keeper of the hotel. She raised an eyebrow. "Rashka?"

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">It was hard for him not to do anything else but to stand there smiling like an idiot, but he was so happy to see her he couldn't contain himself. He could even sense how his tail eagerly whipped around across the cold marble floor.

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">"That's... that's this one!" he proclaimed proudly. "Fancy seeing you here. Is Khajiit perhaps looking for... a suitable room? Rashka has one available!"

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">"Hey!" hissed the Bosmer receptionist behind his back. "What about me?!"

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">"Hush", wheezed Rashka. "We... we will work something out!"

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">"Thanks, but no thanks", said Shabhira, crossing her arms over her chest. "Khajiit has heard of your... exploits Rashka. It seems they must have taken a turn for the worse since we met back in Camlorn about... one year ago now, is it?"

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">"Uhm, yeah..." Rashka scratched the back of his head somewhat in shame. "This one was... has been... lonely... He will admit it. Khajiit's honesty!"

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">"Please", she sighed. "Don't get this one started on Camlorn. Shabhira was going to make up for that incident back in Gnisis all those years ago, if you remember? And what do you do? She finds you taking that Nord harlot from behind in that alleway."

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"You remember it wrong. One", said Rashka and help up a finger to emphatically express what he had to say. "Her name was Ingahild. Two. She was not a harlot; she was the miller's wife. Three. This one didn't take her from behind; she was riding Rashka. Four. Rashka only did so because he expected that you would trick Khajiit again and smash another vase against his head in order to rob him blind!"

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">Shabhira sighed again, but this time she didn't seem as irritated. "Still not able to trust Shabhira, are we?"

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">"No", he said sullenly.

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">''<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">This one loves you. ''

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">"Khajiit understands. And although she thinks it is rather sad that you will never be able to think with anything else than what's between your legs, she understands your lack of faith in Shabhira. But for now, this one really has to go. She has an assignment, you see. Apparently some sort of woman who lives all by herself in the forest who is in some serious need of getting her ass robbed. Yes?" <span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Interesting", murmured Rashka with feigned interest.

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">He didn't care about what she was going to do. He wanted her to do things with him, but admitting it to her would be almost as accepting a defeat. Rashka the Bastard did  not  fall in love!

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Shabhira would have asked you to tag along, but she assumes that you are too busy bedding virgins? No?"

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Tsk", snorted Rashka and crossed his arms over his chest. "Have a fun trip robbing, blind, old women in the forest", he said. "That should really put your ultimate skills to the test."

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Shabhira hissed and stormed out of the inn. Rashka glanced over his shoulder. Somehow he felt a responsibility to watch over her. For all he knew, she could get herself into some serious trouble. Highwaymen, bandits and marauders lurked along the way of Cyrodiil and he would never forgive himself if he let something happen to her just because he was being unwilling to follow her.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">He hesitated for a moment, before he ultimately decided that it would be upon his conscience (if he truly had any) if something was to happen to her just because he was stubborn and stupid, even moreso than usual. He let out a loud sigh as he followed behind her, but made sure to keep his distance in case she was to discover his sympathetic side.

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<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Stupid Khajiit!" hissed Shabhira and continued her stride along the cobblestone roads outside of the Imperial City, following the grassy shoreline of Lake Rumare. "He doesn't care about this one at all! All he cares about is humping girls younger than himself and destroying relationships."

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">She wanted to believe the worst of him. That was the only way she could keep herself from blaming herself on that stupid act she had committed years ago. She remembered it all clearly. They had been kissing and embracing as if they were experienced lovers that had known each other since years back. They had collapsed into Rashka's bed and he had made himself ready to claim her then and there. How she wished that she had gone through with it. But the truth was that she didn't knew if she could have fully trusted him back then. She knew that he had been sent to kill her, and she couldn't be certain that everything that had transpired between them would result in her being spared from his blades.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">So she had acted... She had grabbed the vase and smashed it against his head without a moment's hesitation. That had been her most dumbest act in her entire life. As much as she hated to admit it, she had truthfully enjoyed the tender moments between them. She had wanted him to take her then and there. She could feel it herself. But her uncertainty had gotten the better of her and now she had forever earned his contempt.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Stupid Khajiit", she murmured again, unsure if she meant Rashka or herself this time.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">But then again she might have acted like she did because she had been afraid of his size...

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">''Impressive... but terrifying...''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">It took her a couple of hours more to reach the Red Ring Road. She had the information of just where this woman was supposed to live. A Breton, according to the client. She was apparently in the possession of a very powerful book, full of dark and mysterious magic. That was her target. She needed to retrieve the book and then be on her way for her payment.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">The forests in northern Cyrodiil turned dark and murky when the sun set. During the daytime they looked as if they were colourful, vibrant and healthy, but as soon as night began to fall over the land of the Imperials they shifted into an eerie gloom. <span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Shabhira had no trouble locating the Breton's house in the dark though. Her Night Eye allowed her to gaze through any shrouds of darkness. In the middle of a small grove there was a hovel. Smoke came out of the chimney and the windows were lit on the second floor. The building looked as if it had practically grown out of the enviroment itself.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Pretty", commented Shabhira as she hid in the nearby shrubbery. "But that won't stop Khajiit from earning a living."

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10pt;line-height:15.75pt;">She crouched and scurried over to the basement windows, rolling silently forward on the soft grass. Her hands fumbled over the window-sill, searching for some small gap she could fit her fingers into and bend it open without making too much noise. It surprised her how easy it was to enter the house without any fuss. The window slid open and she took a skip down into the waiting darkness below.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Let's see", she murmured. "If Khajiit was a Breton living out in the forest where would she hide a book on the subject of magic?"

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"On a place where thieves won't prevent me from reaching my goal!" said a voice threatfully behind her.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Shabhira hadn't heard anyone behind her and she was a Khajiit with otherwise perfect hearing.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10pt;line-height:15.75pt;">''How embarrassing... ''was her last thought before the person behind her knocked her unconscious with a broomstick.

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<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Dammit!" growled Rashka when he realised that he had lost track of Shabhira. "How could this one lose sight of that perfect tush?! Shame on you, Rashka! Shame!"

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"> The last he had seen of her had been when she had disappeared over a ridge and into the forests below, just north along the Red Ring Road. He felt a great responsibility for her well-being. If something had happened to her, he would never forgive her.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"> He used his Night Eye to locate a dirt road leading into the forest. He followed it and eventually ended up in front of a small hovel in the middle of nowhere. It looked quite rustic, but also kind of comfortable. He could easily picture himself living there together with Shabhira and a litter of healthy, strong cubs. But those plans would have to wait. First he had to make sure that there was indeed a future together with her by finding her.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"> "It couldn't be this house she meant though? The house where that old woman she was going to rob lived? If so, then maybe Khajiit should pay a visit and ask around. Yes?"

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"> He carefully approached the hovel. He didn't really trust beautiful and secluded places. Especially not since he had encountered that Redguard woman in Hammerfell. After travelling through the Alik'r Desert for days he had come across a small hut with a nearby oasis. As he had approached a naked Redguard nymphomaniac had rushed out of her house and pounced upon him, ripping his clothes off as she had made wild and passionate love with him. He hadn't complained though. He hadn't gotten laid for days before that event. The only complaints that he had was that she had continued to ride him even after he had climaxed, completely draining him off stamina, energy, and other vital resources...

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"> Everytime he tried to get up to get something to drink from the oasis, the Redguard had clutched herself around his leg, pulling him down and made love to him again. It had been a blissful hell, and he  <span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:13.3333px;">had  <span style="font-size:13.3333px;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:15.75pt;">honestly thought that he was going to die out there in the warm desert, because the woman wouldn't let him recover from their steamy lovemaking. Finally he had managed to escape her, but only taking the reins himself, humping her until her mind went blank and she lied on the sand dune with an ecstatic expression on her face too tired to chase after him.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:13.3333px;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:15.75pt;">He barely remembered how he managed to survive the travel to the closest city. He had entered an Alik'r camp completely stripped of all his clothing where a group of the warriors women had tended to him. The warriors also had the decency to call for a caravan to find the oasis and the hut in order to bring Rashka's possessions back. And as they left their camp to fight the Thalmor they left him in the hands of their wives. He bet that they hadn't thought that there would be any harm in it, seeing as their wives were virtuous women with little interest for foreign Khajiits. How wrong they had been... Rashka thought that since these men and women had been so kind enough to save his life, the only decent thing there was to do was to make sure that their wives didn't die of boredom while their husbands were away.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:13.3333px;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:15.75pt;">So in the tent of the chieftain he had managed to seduce them all. It had been one of the most pleasant experiences in his life and he had been pretty sure that the Alik'r would thrive with new members within the coming months after his visit. That would explain why there now was a warrant of death for any Khajiit resembling Rashka in the central regions of Hammerfell.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:13.3333px;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:15.75pt;">However, he very much doubted that he would so much in luck as to experience a second nymphomaniac in this small hovel. It seemed pleasant enough, but he shuddered at the thought of an old woman with an incurable sex drive... just like himself. He approached the door and knocked on it three times, patiently awaiting a response.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:13.3333px;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:15.75pt;">''Wonder if she truly is blind? Khajiit just assumes things... She probably is really old, has wrinkles, a saggy belly, grey dull eyes and...''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:13.3333px;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:15.75pt;">The door opened a revealed the most prettiest Breton woman he had ever laid his eyes on.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:13.3333px;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:15.75pt;">"PERFECT GLORIOUS TITS!" he exclaimed at the sight of her, immediately sensing a familiar, hardening feeling in the centre of his breeches.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:13.3333px;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:15.75pt;">"I... beg your pardon?" asked the Breton woman and cocked her head, looking at him.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:13.3333px;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:15.75pt;">"Uhm..." Rashka felt his throat get all dry.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:13.3333px;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:15.75pt;">The woman looked stunning, to say the least. She appeared to be in her early twenties. She wore a black robe, clearly indicating that she was some sort of mage or spellcaster. Her hair was long and golden like the sun. Her facial features were soft and girlish, with bright red lips and blushed cheeks. Her eyes were in a haunting blue hue, almost bordering on lilac. Her body shape was perfect and snug... in all the right places.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:13.3333px;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:15.75pt;">"Uhm..." he repeated, unable to take his eyes off her cleavage. "Have you... seen another Khajiit? Like this one? Here? In the vicinity? No?" he stuttered the words forth.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:13.3333px;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:15.75pt;">The Breton woman giggled. "I can't say that I have. I am Suany", she said. "And I must say that I have rarely seen such handsome cat as yourself."

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:13.3333px;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:15.75pt;">"Well..." snickered Rashka and scratched his neck. One of his few known weaknesses was that of admiration and praise. "Khajiit is pretty handsome... and so are you as well."

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:13.3333px;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:15.75pt;">"You think so?" she asked with a coy smile.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:13.3333px;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:15.75pt;">He nodded assuringly. "You look ravishing, if it's not too bold of Khajiit to say?"

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:13.3333px;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:15.75pt;">"Certainly not. I do enjoy it when men acknowledge true facts."

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"> ''If this is the woman Shabhira was supposed to rob, then chances are that she has already gone about her business and left. Shame. But that doesn't stop this one from getting business done on his own. Rashka is sure she is fine either way.''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"> "So... what are such a pretty, young thing as yourself living out here in the dark, old woods?" asked Rashka. "Don't you know that his place is a haven for highwaymen and bandits?"

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"> "Oh?" she said, seemingly unaware. "I have never noticed. A-and you are one of them?"

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"> "No", he replied and took a step further into her entrance. "But I might be, if you don't invite me into your home? You are not going to keep Khajiit waiting, are you?" he said with a sly grin, knowing that he had already gotten too far ahead for her to refuse him into her home.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"> She swallowed. "N-not at all! Come in, handsome! Come in!"

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"> Purr-fect...

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"> Rashka did as she said without hesitation and stepped inside the warmth of her hovel, fully aware that this night he would be on top and inside this pretty, little Breton. He could barely wait.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"> "So", he asked. "What is your business out here?"

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"> "I am studying magic", she said and offered him a seat in a small dining room.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"> "Oh? What sort of magic?" he asked with feigned interest, returning his predatory gaze to the woman's bosom as he sat down by the table with her.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:13.3333px;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:15.75pt;">She blushed. "Well... You see... there is a book I own, or rather inherited from my mother. It's a book on the subject of Dibellan spells."

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:13.3333px;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:15.75pt;">"Dibellan what?"

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:13.3333px;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:15.75pt;">She smirked. "Sex magic."

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:13.3333px;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:15.75pt;">"Oooh", he said.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:13.3333px;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:15.75pt;">This is just getting and better.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:13.3333px;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:15.75pt;">"What for?" he asked. "You look like a girl who wouldn't have any problem to get herself a real man between her thighs."

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"> "Actually", she said and fumbled with her fingers. "I do. You see, ashamed as I am to admit it, I am actually a maid. It's not as easy, as you can imagine, to get a hold of a man when you are living out here in the nowhere such as myself. And it's too expensive to move into a city bustling with action such as the Imperial City. My mother left me this house and all of its possessions. I recently just found the book on the attic. I think my mother left it for me so that I would be able to learn its spells to find myself a man. I think that's how she met my father."

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"> ''You don't need any spells to ensnare Rashka. He will bed you either way...''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"> "You don't happen to need any help with your... sex magic?" he asked, slowly letting his hand wander across the table towards her.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"> "I don't see how you could help? Do you happen to know anything about magic?"

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"> "Trust Khajiit", grinned Rashka and all of a sudden popped her cleavage open with his claws, exposing her beautiful breasts. "This one is about to show you some real magic."

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"> "Oh!" she moaned as she looked down and became aware of how his hand had opened up her robe. "I... I don't..."

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"> "Shush", said Rashka and got up from the table, heading over to her side where he helped her up. "Let this one handle things and you won't need any magic to loose that virginity of yours."

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"Angh!" she whimpered as the Khajiit's muzzle found its way down to her breasts, kissing them as if they were the most precious things in the world to him. His whiskers tickled her naked skin and cause her to giggle.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">She then gasped as his claws ripped the rest of the robe open, pulling it all the way down to her ankles so that she stood completely naked before him. He continued to treasure her bosom, kissing them and licking them the way he saw fit in order to get different reactions out of her. They were quite amusing and he could barely wait to hear what she would sound like when he claimed her maidenhood as his own.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"Oooh", she groaned as his mouth continued to worship every inch of her body, kissing his way south, and south - and further south... "I... I don't even know your name", she panted as he kissed her on a most sensitive spot.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"It's Rashka", he said with a smirk, licking his lips as he played with her blonde pubic hair, entwining it between his fingers. "And this one will happily be the one to claim your virginity, should you want him?"

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"Oh... Oh yes!" she panted.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">It didn't take long for him to exit his clothing. As soon as he got the greenlight from her, they were already lying in a pile on the dining table.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"By the Gods", she murmured at the sight of his erected member. "Is... Is that supposed to get inside of me? It... It won't fit!"

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"Trust this one", he said and cupped her cheek, kissing her passionately. "It always fits. This one will make sure of that..."

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<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">Shabhira grunted and tried to make some noise as she heard the the front door open and how a stranger entered the hovel. It had been a male voice for sure. Perhaps an innocent, bypassing wanderere, falling victim to this witch's diabolical charms? The woman had explained everything to Shabhira after she had woken up. Suany was a witch, apparently involved with Dibellan magic, or sex magic. The book that Shabhira had been sent to collect contained all sorts of incantantions and rituals in order to become the ultimate sex god... or sex goddess in this case. The Breton had gotten Shabhira to admit that she was a maiden, because apparently a virgin was needed for the spell that would make Suany irresistible to any man.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">This one bets that Rashka wouldn't mind encountering this woman...

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">In a way she even regretted more her decision that she didn't sleep with him when she had the chance. That way she wouldn't even have to be in this situation. If she had told Suany that she was no longer a virgin the witch might have let her go. But now she was here... Trapped... Waiting for that witch to return and use her for whatever evil scheme she could come up with and make herself into a divine of carnal pleasure.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">But it seemed that no matter how much she yelled she couldn't catch the attention of whomever was up there and talking to Suany. Shabhira was completely tied up against the wall and struggled to break free, but to no avail. This witch knew how to make knots.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"Dammit!" she growled and kicked a nearby barrel in anger. "This one wishes Rashka was here... That horny bastard would have gotten Shabhira out of here and no time..." The thought then struck her. "And probably banged Suany's brains out for all she's worth..."

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">Then she heard some strange noises coming from upstairs. Inhuman sounds of someone screaming. Shabhira shuddered. This was a witch after all, probably performing some sort of unholy ritual and using her visitor as a sacrificial lamb. The screaming got louder and louder, and Shabhira wished that her hands were untied so that she could cover her ears, she didn't want to hear this horror...

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"Rashka, save this one!" she pleaded.

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<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"GOOODS!" screamed the Breton underneath him as they both climaxed, making his ears go numb from her piercing voice.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">He grunted and thrusted one last time in her before he rolled to her side, breathing heavily. "Arrgh", he groaned with a pleasant smile on his face. "How... was that?"

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">Suany could barely talk. The words that came out were more of an incoherent mumbling. Her legs were spread wide open and above her head. He had really given her all... and apparently it had been too much for her fragile little mind to handle. It would probably take her a couple of minutes to recover from the insane amount of pleasure he had provided her. She panted heavily, muttered something he couldn't understand, and was bathing in sweat.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">He rubbed her belly with his hand, getting up from the bed with a content sigh, stretching his arms out in the air. "This one will just be fetching something to drink, if it's alright with you?"

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"There..." she panted. "... there is plenty... of... wine bottles... in the basement... Help... help yourself..."

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">He nodded with a sly smirk. He couldn't imagine that it was comfortable for her to be lying like that, with her legs spread in two different directions and above her head, but he doubted that she had gone so numb from his forceful thrusts that she barely felt a thing. He didn't mind the clear sight it provided him though... and the mess he had made...

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"This one will be back soon", he said, clapping her gently on her right breast.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">He descended down the staircase, followed by her moanings from the upstairs. He chuckled to himself.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"Poor little virgin", he scoffed. "This one did warn her as we were about to begin that the experience could change her somewhat. Rashka had no idea that it would be such a drastical change though..."

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">He peered into the dark basement as he finally managed to locate the door. He didn't bother making use of his Night Eye vision. His head was still swimming in endorphins and happy thoughts after his turbulent climax. Right now he was just eager to get himself something to drink and then be back in Suany's bedroom for round number two. He stumbled down the dark staircase, clutching onto the wall with his claws and trying to balance himself. The whole world was spinning and he tried to remain steady.

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<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">Shabhira heard the low mumbling of someone coming down the staircase. Perhaps it was an accomplice of the witch? She knew that she had better remain silent. She watched with some curiousity as a naked Khajiiti male stumbled down the staircase, fumbling around in the darkness in search for some bottles from the shelves of wine in front of him. He walked over to them and grabbed the neck on one of them, struggling to keep it open with his claws.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"Come on, you piece of shit! Khajiit is thirsty!" growled the man.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">That voice...

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"Rashka?!" she exclaimed in a tone full of disbelief rather than relief.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">The Khajiit turned around, the wine bottle completely covering his massive genitals. "Oh, fuck..." he grunted with a surprised expression as he noticed Shabhira in the dark. The cork of the wine bottle flew away with a pop and the liquid gushed forth, much to Rashka's dismay.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"Wh-What are you doing here?!" she hissed.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"Ehrm... This one could ask you the same? But since you doesn't really seem to be in Khajiit's aid, since Rashka is too busy bedding virgins, perhaps he should just go on about his business and return upstairs, yes?"

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"Look, Shabhira is sorry for what she said! But you have to get her out of here!"

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">He scoffed. "What for?"

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">Shabhira did her best to avoid looking him straight in the crotch and tried to maintain her focus entirely on his face, which wasn't all too easy considering the fact that he was altogether nude. He didn't seem to mind though. But then again this Khajiit had very little to be ashamed about.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"Because there is a crazy Breton witch living here! She is going to use Shabhira for some ritual to make herself into a sex goddess."

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"Kinky", chuckled Rashka and took a swig from the wine bottle with a pleasant sigh. "This one doesn't really know how she could improve her sexual behavior further, since this one showed her the best of it."

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">It was by then Shabhira became aware of what Rashka had been up to. "Did you...?!" She shook her head. "Why is this one not surprised?"

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"Hey! Don't blame it on this one!" snarled Rashka and motioned to her with the bottle. "This one followed you because he was worried about you!"

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">''Worried about me? ''she reflected.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"He... might have gotten distracted, but that was only because he thought that you had already robbed her of the book. He thought that it wouldn't mind whether or not he slept with her then."

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"So, what are you waiting for! Let Shabhira loose!"

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">He shook his head. "Nah. You look fine just where you are, sweetness. Rashka will just go back upstairs and bang whatever mind Suany has left out of her... and then he might be so kind that he loosen your ties and set you free."

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"Please, Rashka", she pleaded. "This is not a joke. You have to help Khajiit out of here. If you don't, Shabhira can't tell what Suany has planned for her. Please, Rashka. If you... if you do this... Shabhira promises that..." She hung with her head, sighing loudly. "She promises that you and her will finish what we started in Gnisis those years ago."

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">Rashka lowered the bottle in surprise. She had indeed caught his attention. Together with Shabhira in bed? That had been his life dream. Not the fact that it was only a couple of years left of his exile. That didn't matter to him anymore. But the fact that he would finally become one with her. That was all he ever wanted. But then he saw her. Shabhira did not seem pleased to be in this situation... or with the offer. He wanted her. That much was true. But it wouldn't mean anything for him if she didn't want it as much as he did. He couldn't go through with this offer. If there was one ounce of decency in him this was it. His life dream didn't just include the fact that he would one day be together with Shabhira... it was also about her wanting to be with him as much as he wanted her.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"Nah", said Rashka, feigning his interest.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"No?!" growled Shabhira and motioned a kick at him. "Why not?!"

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"Too flat", he said with indifference and took another swig from the bottle.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"Flat?!" she exclaimed as if it was the worst insult she had ever heard.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">He approached her and bent down by her side, grabbing her breasts much to her embarrassment. "See", he said with a smirk. "You are as flat as a board. Why would Rashka want to bed you then? He only likes women with plump tits, like Suany's. That's a pair of truly glorious tits."

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">He couldn't even buy his own lies. That was an impossibility. Shabhira had an amazing pair on her. One he would like nothing more but to caress and treasure for as long as he lived, but right now this would serve as her payback for ever doubting him back at the inn. He would rescue her however. In whatever means he could, but he didn't mind a little more vengeance before doing so.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"But sit tight, Shabhira", he said with a shrug, heading back upstairs. "This one will save you."

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"No! Rashka! Wait!"

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">As he was beyond hearing she kicked the nearby barrel again, cursing out loudly and uttering profanities involving the man known as Rashka the Bastard...

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<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"Suany", said Rashka as he climbed on top of her again, kissing her. "This one found a Khajiit tied up in the basement."

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"Oh?" she mumbled in a daze. "You did?"

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"Yeah, so what's this about Rashka's question earlier? You said that you hadn't seen one. It seems rather odd to have a Khajiit in your basement then, no?"

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"Sorry", she murmured. "I need her for the incantantion that will make me irresistible."

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"Does that include taking her life?"

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">Suany seemed amused and wrapped her legs around him behind his back, pulling him closer to her. "Wait and see", she said. "All that matters is that she is a virgin. Once the incantation is done. I will be the master of sex magic and the mistress to the entire world."

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">''Perhaps that encounter with the nymphomaniac wasn't so bad after all? Suany wants all the men. More women for Rashka then...''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">He smirked as he started to thrust again, causing her to cry and whimper in pleasure. "Tell this one what he needs to do then..."

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<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">Shabhira looked upon in fear as Suany came down the staircase with the book she had been looking for. It was a book bound in red with the title Dibellan Arts. Rashka followed in the witch's footsteps, fully dressed in his studded armor. Shabhira had no doubts that he would think of a way to set her free when the time was right, but at the same time she was worried of what this witch had in store for her.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">The female Khajiit just glared at her. In a way she was a bit envious, since she knew what Rashka and Suany had been up to. That would also have explained the screaming from the top floor.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"What do you plan to do with Khajiit?" she asked worryingly.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">Suany just eyed her coldly and brought forth a sharp needle from within her robes. "Just a part of the incantation", she said dryly approaching Shabhira.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">The Khajiit whimpered. "No! Please! Don't do this! Rashka! Don't just stand there! Help this one!"

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">Suany came closer at her with the needle and Shabhira closed her eyes, getting ready for whatever torture the witch would provide her with. She then felt a small sting in her pinky finger.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"Ouch!" she growled in irritation and opened her eyes.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"All done", said Suany calmly and walked away with the needle which now had a small drop of blood on the tip.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"Th-That's it?" growled Shabhira, upset that she was getting worked up for nothing.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"Hm?" murmured Suany as she dipped the needle into a vial containing an unknown substance. "What? Oh. Oh! Oh, yes of course. I only needed a drop of blood for this little incantation anyhow."

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">Shabhira glared at Rashka who leaned against the wall with an amused smirk. He clearly knew about this.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"So, you never intended to kill Khajiit?" asked Shabhira, still uncertain if it was all over or not.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"What? Oh, goodness no! I am a witch, not a murderer. Besides, I thought I would hand you over to the authorities for trying to steal my book. They would flock around my house either way as soon as I got this magic working." She shrugged. "They would all have to line up to gain access to my bedroom. Mmm, I can almost picture it now! Every man in the world will soon be Suany's man."

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"Interesting", grumbled Shabhira. "So... what happens with Shabhira now?"

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">The Breton raised her shoulders in ignorance. "Rashka told me that apparently the two of you know each other since earlier, so I was just thinking that I would let you go. It's all the same to me. I've got what I have wanted since I was sixteen years old!"

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">Rashka went behind Shabhira's back and untied her knot, immediately recieving a slap to his face.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"Argh!" he growled and rubbed his cheek. "That was a bitch move!" he murmured indignantly.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"You deserved it for keeping this one worried!"

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"Shut up, you damn kittens!" said Suany with a determined voice as she began to chant from the book whilst swhirling around in the vial with a metal straw, mixing Shabhira's blood drop with the other subtstance.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">She then began to chant from the book of sex magic in a foreign language seldom spoken, if ever, upon the face of Nirn. Once the chanting was completed the Breton raised the vial with a triumphant smile.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"From this day forward I will become the ultimate sex goddess and a complete slut! No more innocent, virginal Suany!"

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">"Sweet", commented Rashka, receiving yet another slap from Shabhira.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;">The Breton closed her eyes and emptied the vial in one single sweep, standing completely still and awaiting some sort of reaction to take effect. "Hmm", she said and smacked with her lips. "It tastes like sugar mixed with mint, but... there is... something missing..." She opened eyes with a worried expression. "Wait..."

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"> She flipped through the pages of Dibellan Arts and thoroughly read the section of how to become a sex goddess. "For this magic to take full effect", she began to quote,"the drinker needs to remain untouched by a man."

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"> She slowly backed away from the book, turning to face Rashka with a livid facial expression.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"> "Oh, dear..." murmured the Khajiit and scratched the back of his head.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"> "Wait a minute", said Shabhira. "You can't blame this on Rashka. If all you ever wanted was to become a sex goddess and all it took for you to complete this magic was with a drop of virgin blood, then why didn't you just sting your own finger years ago?"

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"> Suany's furious gaze instead wandered over to Shabhira.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"> "Oh, dear", she said and immediately felt that being taken away by the authorities didn't sound like such a bad idea after all, if it meant that she would be safe from Suany.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"> Rashka also had a horrible feeling that he wouldn't be able to pay a visit to that Imperial Watch captain's wife within the coming days. If he chose to stay here and face Suany's wrath, that was. "So, Shabhira?" he said and looked at his fellow Khajiit since he didn't dare to get a reaction from Suany. "Meet you back at Tiber Septim Hotel within the next five minutes? Yes?"

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"> "Agreed", she replied and rushed out of the hovel, tightly followed by Rashka, and out into the cool night.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"> And soon a storm of curses a profanities echoed from the hovel and out into the darkness. None of them were pleasant...