Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150308095306/@comment-5583506-20150310025428

"That woman over there has done nothing, but staring at you since you arrived", whispered Ma'Shadi as she leaned over the counter.

Rashka peered discreetly over his own shoulders, noticing a Breton woman with chestnut brown hair looking at him. "Maybe she needs... attention?" he said with a sly smile.

Ma'Shadi did not smile. She simply shook her head. "You are hopeless, you know that. Right? Not even wine can dampen that spirit of yours..."

Rashka finished his drink and rose up from the counter. "This one will return within an hour or so", he said.

The Khajiit woman sighed. "Ma'Shadi has no doubts of that."

Rashka sat down by the table of the Breton woman. "It should be a crime to leave such a beauty unaccompanied", he said. "Luckily for the culprit, Rashka is here to make sure that the law is fulfilled."

The Breton woman smiled. "Cute", she replied. "I heard you were a sellsword?"

"Khajiit might be", he grinned. "That depends on which of his swords you are referring to. He sells one of them, the other he gives you for free."

The Breton woman raised an eyebrow. "Really?" she said and actually sounded interested.

Can't wait to kiss those perfect breast of hers, reflected Rashka when he believed that he had caught her attention.

"Might I ask of your name?" she asked.

"Anyone you want, sweetness", he said and snuck his hand over to hers on the table surface and gently stroke her wrist. "But you may refer to this one as Rashka."

"Rashka?" she repeated and tasted on the name. She then gave him a seductive smile, and he wasn't all too sure whether or not it excited him. "I might actually have... need of your 'other' sword skills", she said.

Sooner than expected...

"And you will have it", sneered the Khajiit.

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He had relatively little memory of what had happened the moments in-between. But for now he was fully aware of the fact that he had ripped the Breton woman's vest open with his claws violently, sending her buttons flying all over the alleyway on the back of the Brazen Cat. He forced his tongue into her mouth and played with her ample breasts. Another one of his hands found their way underneath her skirts and felt her wetness.

"Oh, please", she cooed. "I can't wait... Take off your clothes... All of it... Armor, pants, boots, daggers..." She added extra force to the last word. "I want to see you. All of you..."

"That eager, eh?" grunted Rashka as he fumbled to unbuckle his hide armor, before giving up and started to remove his weapons.

"Yes!" she exclaimed. "Take off everything! I want you... inside me!"

He saw little reason to deny her request and so dropped his daggers to the ground. Apparently that had been the signal...

The woman whistled sharply and suddenly Khajiits in heavy armor appeared around every corner, armed to the teeth whilst Rashka stood there like a buffoon with no way of defending himself.

"Fuck", he growled. "Harlot!" he spat. "You set this one up!"

The woman covered her breasts by trying to button her ripped shirt again. She smiled triumphantly. "You set yourself up, you stupid bastard. I was hired by Xa'Donjari to lure you into this trap."

Xa'Donjari was a name he was familiar with. It was a local crime boss who had hired Rashka to perform a hit job on a rivaling gang. But Rashka had killed one of his closest men in a rage, who also happened to be Xa'Donjari's own brother, when he found out that the crime boss was only going to pay him half of what had been promised. On top of that Rashka had also enjoyed a steamy threesome with Xa'Donjari's daughters.

He didn't regret a thing...

"Should have fucked you faster then", lamented Rashka.

"Yes", she snickered. "You should have."

The last thing Rashka felt was a heavy hit in the back of his head as one of the hired men knocked him unconscious with the hilt of a sword. The Khajiit tumbled forward and knocked his head into the Breton woman's boots.

"Tie him up and stuff him into a crate", she said to the men. "We have a shipment to make."

"Huh?" grunted one of the men. "This one thought we were intructed to kill him?"

"He will die, but Xa'Donjari is currently on business in the Imperial City and wouldn't want pathetic rabble like you to carry out that death sentence for him. He want to make it personal."

"Khajiit understands", mumbled the ruffian and threw Rashka over his own shoulder before walking towards a huge wooden box his companions had brought forth. "Down you go!" he laughed as he tossed the unconscious Khajiit into the opening. "And keep your toys!" he said as he threw the daggers into box with him, before nailing the lid shut.

"Good", said the Breton woman. "Our address is the Vendryl Mansion in the Elven Gardens District, Imperial City. Our caravan is leaving in an hour, so what are you waiting for, you rabble? GET YOUR FURRY ASSES MOVING!"