Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150308095306/@comment-5583506-20150312021129

Rashka's feet were fluid and silent. The only sound they made were that of the wind gust he left behind as he moved from one place to another. He had indeed been an excellent sellsword.

"Now, where would Rashka hide the keys to a cell in the basement if he was a big, muscular, and stupid Khajiit?"

He peered through the keyholes of every door he passed, looking for the one where either Mila's or the Khajiit guard captain's room, was behind. While he didn't find either of them he did find another peculiar door which had caught his interest and newly awoken libido.

On the other side of the keyhole he caught the familiar sight of beautiful Khajiit women changing clothes. He swallowed hard and sharpened his gaze, becoming as hard as a rock in the center region of his pants. He recognised the women as well. Xa'Donjari's daughters... They had grown since last time he saw them. Back then they had just been around eighteen or nineteen years, childish and immature, but ever so wild between the bedsheets.

Maybe they knew where the guard were keeping their keys? He decided to enter the room, trusting that they wouldn't report his presence.

Siri and Sarri, the twin sisters were just as exotically looking as he remembered them. Shiny black fur and captivating fiery eyes. His only regrets in bedding them both had been not to stay with them for another night... and the night after that... and the night after that...

"RASHKA!" they exclaimed in a cheerful unison and pounced upon him, knocking him to the floor.

''Just as this one remembers them... They haven't grown the least since then... ''He then felt their plump breasts pressing against his chest. ''Well... at least not in the mind.''

"Hey, keep it down, would you?! Your father wants this one dead!"

"No!" they both exclaimed and hugged him tighter on the floor. "Bad dad! He can't kill sweet Rashka!"

Heh, they are still totally in love...

"Therefore, we must be very quiet now", said Rashka and tried to urge the foolish, young women into silence. They both nodded and allowed him to rise up. He brushed some dirt from his pants, yet missed the feelings of their breasts. "Now", he said. "Your father wants to kill Rashka and some bloke in the cellar. In short: your dad is nuts, and Rashka does not want to be killed. Understand?"

They both nodded in unison. He found it both extremely cute and disturbing at the same time.

"Good, so tell this one where they keys are."

"Not so fast", said Siri and embraced his furry legs. "What about payment, yes?"

"Payment?" asked Rashka. "Listen, girl. Khajiit is not in the mood for your childish games. Just tell him where the keys are and he will..."

The sisters grinned viciously as they slowly removed his pants. "Payment", they purred.

"Ah. This one should have known."

He didn't need their help in order to get the remainder of his clothes off. They both exclaimed a squeak of excitement upon seeing his stiff member for the second time.

"Hush!" said Rashka as he closed the bedroom door behind him. "Keep it down, would you?"

"As if we could", said Sarri seductively as she removed her underwear and watched her sister do the same.

"Oh, dear", mumbled Rashka at the sight of the fully nude siblings.

He never stopped thinking about how lucky he was. He had seemingly all but forgotten about Ja'Keil in the basement. That would have to wait.

He watched as Siri lied down on the bed and spread her legs, before her sister got on top of her and raised her perky little tush up in the air. Rashka breathed heavily at the sight as the sisters started to kiss each other. Their positioning was a like a clear lake, an invitation, and he was getting ready to take the plunge.

He positioned himself behind them and guided his hard member into Sarri. He enjoyed hearing them moan as he shifted between their folds in an increasing pace, and he thanked the Nine Divines, if they now indeed existed, for this glorious experience.

All the more pleasure to him, knowing that once again he would get to bed Xa'Donjari's daughters.

If that ugly cat decides to show his ugly mug in the doorway now, this one can die a happy cat...