Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151005194811/@comment-5583506-20151009015227

Rikki approached Ar'Jadhi from behind with a smile. "Does the mead taste well?"

"Oh, yes!" said the smuggler, not even looking up to see who was talking to him. He raised his flagon with the bottom facing the ceiling and drank for all he was worth, rendering him blind to the fact that Rikki seated herself on the opposite side of the round table.

He eventually lowered the flagon with a content sigh, before shifting his gaze at her. "You... you look familiar? Has this one encountered you from somewhere before?"

Rikki nodded, still smiling. "Oh, yes. You have encountered Khajiit before. In fact, you were talking about this one just recently."

"Oh, really?" shrugged Ar'Jadhi.

"Or rather this one's kind in general", continued Rikki, her smile fading away. "This one should have remembered to pluck your heart out right after Rikki's wedding."

The smuggler stared at her wide-eyed, his gaze flickering as he slowly put the whole scenario together piece by piece. Not only was this woman a Half-God, but also the wife of his business partner Ma'Draro.

"RIKK-!" He didn't get much further before Rikki had grabbed onto the collar of his shirt and forcefully slammed his face into the table and into his metal flagon. "ARGH! Fucking cunt! You broke my nose!"

"Oh, sorry", hissed Rikki and pulled him up again, only to slam his face back into the table surface as violently as she could, hearing the bones crack. "This one had the intention to completely destroy it!"

She let go of Ar'Jadhi's collar, watching as he sank back into the chair with his hands covering his face. Tears of pain mixed with the streams of blood pouring from his fractured muzzle. "It hurts", he whimpered.

"Good", snarled Rikki. "This one wouldn't want to have it any other way. Now speak up!" she said sternly, her usually playful and childlike demanor seemed to have vaporized in comparison to what she was now. "Rikki heard your deal, you twitchy little freak! Now you are going to call it off!"

"Heh", sputtered the broken Khajiit. "Seems like Ma'Draro didn't beat you enough, otherwise there would be no reason for why you suddenly gained all the courage to face me."

She lowered her eyebrows. "Rikki has always been brave, you son of a bitch. But she learned early on that showing her strengths would be as much as a weakness as anything. Now talk!"

"Fuck you", blubbered Ar'Jadhi and grinned. "This one knows that Ar'Jadhi will, and maybe Ma'Draro as well once this one reports that he has finally been able to find you. Hell, maybe he will even let me share you amongst the men. They have never lain with a woman who fucks other women before."

Rikki lunged out with her right hand, claws exposed, scratching up lines of deep, fleshy, red along Ar'Jadhi's cheek.

"Argh!" he lamented. "Fuck, that hurts!"