Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150308095306/@comment-5583506-20150310005751

(It's m'kay!)

(And kiddies, might want to cover your eyes. This is gonna start XXX-rated, with some humorous consequences, I might add.)

The young Khajiit purred beneath him as he came in her, shooting his seed deep into her womb. His head was swimming in a mix of pleasant emotions before he collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily, bathing in sweat. Just the incredible feeling of being embraced by her warm, soft folds had been worth the trouble of spending nearly five hours trying to persuade her into sleeping with him the very same evening at the local tavern.

She moaned lightly beneath him and kissed him on his furry cheek. "That felt incredible", she cooed. "This one can't understand why she didn't agree to this earlier."

"Heh", shrugged Rashka. "Neither can this one." He rolled off her, his member slipped out and he was lied down by her side and looked up into the roof. He could feel her tiny hand play with the thick hair on his chest. It tickled.

"You know", she teased. "Sinji's father isn't going to be home for another three hours or so. If you want to, we could continue this for..." She kissed him again on the cheek. "For as long as Rashka is feeling up to it? Yes?"

"Give Khajiit a break, woman!" he scoffed. "Rashka is totally spent for now. Give him a couple of minutes to catch his breath and he will give you what you want, you craving, little monster.

She snickered childlishly and traced her hand down to his member. It was still hard.

"Aah", moaned Rashka. "That's cruel of you..."

"How could it be cruel?" she asked with a mischievous smile on her lips as she stroke it gently.

"It would be cruel if you stopped", he replied and dragger her on top of him.

"Huh?!" she exclaimed. "But this one thought you said you were spent."

Rashka grinned. "This one lied, sweetness. Rashka is a bastard, yes? Sweet Sinji should know that all bastards are liars."

He grabbed his member and guided it into her slit again. She bit her lip as he did. "Amazing", she whispered. "How can you still be so... hard?"

"You will find that Rashka is full of surprises, woman", he said with a sneer as he grabbed her hips and started to roll her hips up and down.

"S'rendarr's Mercy!" she wheezed and bit her lip even harder.

"You like that?" laughed Rashka and closed his eyes as he enjoyed and savoured every moment of her softness. One of his hands reached up and fondled one of her small breasts, which hanged over his chest like two half-grown fruits.

His pleasure wouldn't last for long however as her bedroom door suddenly opened. "Sinji, my sweet girl, this one just came home and found that all the lights were..."

Do'Sadhi, Sinji's father, had been a great warrior in his youth before he had become a merchant in order to focus on his family. Or so Rashka had been told by his daughter, moments before he had forced his tongue into her mouth. The old Khajiit's expression as he saw his young daughter riding naked on top of a stranger within his very own house, was one worthy of a fully coloured painting.

"Sinji?!" exclaimed her father as his eyes seemed to pop out of his sockets.

"Uhrm... hello father", said the sweet girl and covered her perky, little breasts to the best of her abilities with her hands.

The father's gaze turned to Rashka's equally surprised face. The eyes were burning with a hatred seldom witnessed. "You... you dare defile Do'Sadhi's daughter, you scoundrel?! You will pay for it with your life!"

As Do'Sadhi reached for the longsword in the sheath of his belt, Rashka swallowed hard. "Oh, shit!" said the Khajiit and toppled the young woman off his stiff member. It was still drenched in her juices and his own seed.

Sinji growled angrily as she collapsed to the side of the bed, while Rashka hurried to sweep up all of his belongings from the floor. Do'Sadhi approached the bastard with his sword drawn and readied himself to cut the intruder of his daughter's purity down where he stood.

Rashka, however, had no intention of dying because of his hedonistic lifestyle and so decided to escape through the only route he knew this old cat wouldn't follow him - through the window.

Do'Sadhi swung his sword with a fearsome and frightening growl and Rashka scurried off through the window and onto the open balcony.

"Come back here and face this one!" snarled Do'Sadhi.

"Never in Khajiit's life!" replied Rashka as he was hugging the outside wall of the building with all of his belongings in one hand.

He imagined that all the people on the market street beneath him would have a god-given sight, if they looked up. He may have had two daggers, but his largest and most deadliest weapon was with him wherever he went.

It has put many a fair maiden on her back, he used to say.

When he reached the other side of the building, after walking sideways for about five minutes, he stood up on a lower rooftoop and presented his pride in all its glory before the staring populace.

"Rashka bids you all a farewell", he shrugged. "And for all of you beautiful girls out there: you haven't seen the last of this one!" He did a simple bow before he jumped backwards and down into a small hideout for beggars and pickpockets living among the many rooftops of Dune.

Finally, a place where this one can get properly dressed, he reflected. The 'old blade' was getting cold...

This one evening with the merchant's daughter meant nothing to him though. It had just been another pleasant night. And he expected many more to come...