User blog:Lazarus Grimm/The Chronicles of Rashka: Booty-Hunter Extraordinaire

Once more unto the breach, my friends. Or once more into the breeches, as another would've said. Rashka and his magical member is out for another, yet long overdue, exciting adventure starring: Rashka, explicit content, his member, bromance, hot saucy bandit women, and my book of leftover sexual innuendos. Also introducing a completely unnecessary sex scene as an introduction. Deal with it.

Guest starring: Daithi Camoran, as some comic foil.

The Chronicles of Rashka: Booty-Hunter Extraordinaire

"Oh, yes! Just like that!" the miller's wife panted. "Keep thrusting!"

"This one is trying!" Rashka said with his teeth clenched together in an effort to keep up his pace. "It's getting thicker!"

It was getting rather hard for him though, and he was quite tired. This woman was relentless and wouldn't stop at nothing to get what she wanted out of him. He could only pray that she would be satisfied soon enough with his performance.

"Yes! Harder!" she shouted, biting her underlip. "HARDER! FASTER!"

The Khajiit grinded his teeth as he picked up the pace and started to thrust as hard as he had never done before. He expected his arms to fail him at any second now, or that his heart would simply give up and cause him to collapse.

"There! Right there!" she exclaimed. "It's coming along nicely now! Get that cream going!"

With that being said Rashka groaned as he gave one final thrust before he collapsed onto his knees, having given everything in order to please this woman.

The miller's wife approached the exhausted Khajiit and gazed down into the churn. "Hmm", she said and dipped her finger into it, savouring the taste. "Well, it's not cream anymore. That's for sure. But it's mighty fine butter."

"Thank you for that", panted Rashka as he got up from the ground, wiping some sweat off his brow. Farm work was more streinuous than he had expected it to be, but at least he knew that he would receive his just reward for this.

His eyes found themselves fixed at the Nord woman's bodice. She was pretty in a plain sort of way. She had long, curly blonde hair and a pair of pure grey eyes. And despite being old enough to be a mother of two, she had retained quite a shapely a curvaceous form. She had his approval...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">He purred pleasantly at the sight of her cleavage, and wasn't exactly discreet with his intentions.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">She smiled at him. "You know... it does get rather lonely out here. The Divines knows my husband is out whoring during the weekends, so maybe he would forgive me my trespasses if I was to..." She approached him slowly and seductively, albeit somewhat clumsily.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">He could tell that although she was looking gourgeous, she was not the most experienced with sexual advances, but he appreciated her effort. It made him even more aroused by the mere thought of her trying to come off as more raunchy than she actually was. The not-so innocent miller's wife... But then again, he wasn't sure what to make of her as a person. She had approached him at the local inn, looking for a pair of muscles to help her out with some tasks on her farm. Of course he had intepreted it as a poor excuse of her needing a good rutting by such a handsome cat like he. But when it had turned out to be actual farmwork and that he had volunteered out of his own stupidity, he felt rather dumb and pathetic. Feeling tricked by his own libido. But then his thoughts had backtracked for a bit. Why him? There were clearly more muscular and capable men than him at the inn where she had first approached him. It just went to show that maybe this was what she had had originally in mind for him, maybe as some sort of payment, and maybe as a way to distract herself, being the lonely housewife that she was. Either way, he didn't complain. It had all ended up in the direction he had wanted things to go from the very start.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">When she was close enough to feel his warm breath hit her face, she let a hand slide down to his breeches, taking his not-so-discreet bulge in a firm and caring grasp.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Nngh-yello!" he exclaimed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Goodness me", she muttered under her breath. "This is all... you?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">He shuddered, a perverted grin appearing on his already smug face as he nodded. "As natural as Khajiit can be", he purred.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Amazing... Doesn't even come close to my husband..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"You are... curious then, yes? Is that how Rashka is supposed to interpret it?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">''Just say yes, dammit! Khajiit is about to explode!''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"As I said... I think my husband would forgive me my trespasses." She knelt before him and w ith one clear sweep she pulled his breeches down around his ankles. "After all", she said, her eyes fixed on his raised pillar of pure perfection. "I have forgiven him his."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Does Khajiit have your permission to ravage you passionately here on the spot?" he asked eagerly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Permission granted", she snickered, seemingly just as eager to see what he had to offer her.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">She needed to say no more. Before she was even aware, the Khajiit had stripped himself of his armor and threw himself over her, ripping her bodice open with his claws, exposing her plump breasts to him. She moaned loudly as he got on top of her, running his hands all over her wondrous body and playfully nibbling at her earlobes.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"S-stop it!" she giggled as she felt his whiskers brush against her blossom-red cheeks. "That tickles!"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Get ready for some more tickling", he grinned smoothly as he demonstrated how his hand wandered south.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">She watched with excitement as it kept going down, and down – and down... Giving out a perverted groan as she felt his fingers in all the right places. "Careful with your claws!" she panted.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"You entrust this one to churn your butter, but not enough to pleasure you?" he asked with a coy smile.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"They... they do look rather sharp."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Trust this one", he purred. "Rashka has experience with women."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Of that I have no doubt and... by-the-Gods!" she exclaimed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">That's right, sweetness... he reflected with a smug grin. ''Moan for Rashka! MOAN!''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Mom?! Are you out here?" a child's voice cried out.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Fuck", Rashka muttered under a heavy sigh as he swiftly rolled off the woman and adjusted his breeches.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The miller's wife looked just as discourage as he was and tried to undo the damage Rashka had done to her bodice to the best of her abilities. By the time they got on their feet, a blond boy peeked around the corner of the homestead.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Mom!"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Frodnar", said the woman with a feigned smile, trying to hide just how distraught she was over the fact that she had been robbed of the only way to cure her itch for months. "Why... uhm... What are you doing out here? Don't you have friends you should be playing with? Like that boy from Whiterun whenever his family are visiting?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Torvald, Rashka thought and snickered. Sounds like a whimp...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Torvald is playing with the girls", Nils grumbled surly. "He is with Dorthy."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">''Rashka takes that back. Torvald's going places. This kid? Not so much...''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Well", Frodnar's mother said and straightened her skirt. "Go and... uhm... tend to the dishes? Mommy needs to get creamed... get cream. Get this cream..." She nervously motioned to the butter churn with a shaking hand. "... and make some butter."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"> Frodnar furrowed his small brows and looked at her quizzically. Something obviously wasn't right. Then there was the question of what the strange cat man was doing in their backyard.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Anyway", she continued. "What did you want, sweetie? Mommy is kind of busy."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"> Frodnar didn't let his gaze leave Rashka for a moment. "There was a guard coming by just now. Said that there had been bandits sighted south of here and that we should stay inside until they have found someone to clear them out. They fear that they might be led by some feared bandit leader they call the Vice."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Oh, that does sound dangerous", the woman said. "Tell you what, why don't you run inside and make sure that there is enough food in the pantry for us to sit this crisis out while I bid farewell to this..." she motioned to Rashka and stumbled upon her words. "... this hired farmhand?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">A farmhand that has been exploring your barn, alright...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Sure thing, mom", said Frodnar and scurried off. He seemed gullible enough to not have noticed the obvious rips in his mother's bodice that barely held her breasts inside her clothing.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">She turned to Rashka with some remorse in her eyes, sighing heavily. "I was so looking forward to a good, passionate pounding", she lamented. "My husband hasn't touched me in forever..." She groaned with frustration. "I really needed this. But my son needs me. And with this... bandit crisis..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Rashka smiled to her sympathetically. "Sweetness", he purred, adjusting her hair behind her ears and shoulders. "Let Khajiit take care of those bandits for you, eh? When Rashka is out on the hunt for a such a soft, juicy rump as yours bandits should steer clear." He gave her a quick and snug embrace, followed by a swift smack on her right buttcheek, causing it to jiggle smoothly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">She whimpered. "Hey!"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Sorry", Rashka grinned. "It looked so good. Rashka just wanted to give it a nice, hard slap."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">She blushed. "Well... not so hard next time..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">He looked at her curiously. "Next time?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Yes", she said, breathing heavily as she wrapped her arms around him, kissing him furiously almost as if she had the intention to devour him. "I can't take this anymore. I need you. You go and fix those bandits and return to me..." Her hand found his member once more and gave it a firm squeeze. "... and then fuck the shit out of me."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Rashka didn't mind giving this woman a good pounding, banging her senseless. But if there was anything that turned him off more than bandits blocking his path for a good lay, it was the words fuck and shit in the same sentence.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Oh, Rashka will do that", he purred. "And more... You just wait. Rashka will slay the bandits and then he will come back for you." He ran his hand in-between her legs, feeling just how wet she was. "Part of Khajiit however believes that you will regret our little frolicking. No man will ever be able to please you again."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"I don't care", she panted. "My husband can bed whores for all I care, but this time I want something. And I will do anything to get it."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Rashka left another kiss on her neck as a farewell token. "Anywhere this one might get some information on where the bandits might be hiding?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The miller's wife began to scoop the butter from the churn into small containers. "You should ask over at the barracks, or even better at the local tavern."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Eh, Rashka is not exactly... all that comfortable around the men of the law. Not that this one has done anything illegal or anything..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">That they'd know of...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"... but you know... Rashka is Khajiit. Khajiit means bad, right?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Really bad", she grimaced, poorly imitating a growling predator at him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">''Such a slut, Rashka likes her. Reminds him of Suany.''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Rashka will make for the inn", he concluded. "And when he gets back, don't plan on riding or anything anytime soon. You will barely be able to stand for a month when Khajiit is done with you."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">An excited gleaming shone from the woman's eyes as she seductively started to carry the butter towards the homestead whilst the Khajiit headed further into the village of Riverwood.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Oh, by the way..." he said, scratching the back of his head with embarrasment. "This one almost forgot your name."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"It's Gerdur", she cooed. "And trust me. I will make you remember it the next time we meet. I will make you remember it till your last days in this world."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Ever since the day bandits had claimed the lives of his saviors, Daithi had a biased hatred towards them. He despised them and everything they stood for. Even worse was the people who acted as if resorting to robbing, pillaging and raping was a perfectly normal thing to do in a crumbling society. In his eyes they were no better than the people who committed the acts. Anyone who was either ignorant, indifferent, or uncaring about the bandit threat were just another part of the problem. Sometimes he felt like he was the only sane person left in a world full of people who had lost touch with reality.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Just two days ago words had reached him of the trouble over at Riverwood. A bandit crisis, they called it. An entire group of them had nested themselves up in the mountains overlooking the southern road, and blocking all passage to Falkreath. All led by some feared bandit called the Vice. No one had ever seen him, yet they all spoke in fear of him. He and his merciless crew of misfits had pillaged and sacked villages in the wake following several conflicts between the Imperial Legion and the Stormcloaks. And with the aftermath of the Civil War, all those soldiers were either dead, tired of fighting, or just pre-occupied with cleaning up those that were already dead. Thus there was no one else to deal with this matter. This was his calling. A bounty hunt. He had to make things right where no one else could or would. He would lend a hand to those too weak to fight for themselves. If it hadn't been for the drive in his heart and soul to do what was right, he would have given it all up a long time ago, just to become as the rest of the average populace. Another ghost who was completely fine with the fact that the world was slowly devolving into the worst mankind had to offer.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">At the Sleeping Giant Inn there was plenty of that sort. Travelers running from a shady past, undercover brigands, corrupted road guards; all carrying dark secrets in their hearts. And then there was his kind...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"So this one is thrusting like this, right?" the Khajiit chuckled and made some obscene and hefty motions with his hips. "And the bitch is crying and babbling incoherently, pleading and begging for Khajiit to stop. Rashka keeps pumping her rump, but as this one bends over her, he can clearly see in her face that her tongue is hanging out and her eyes have rolled back into her head." The Khajiit imitated the described expression, providing Daithi with some nightmarish visuals that would most likely haunt his evening sleep. "Girl was completely mindbroken. Rashka had pounded her crazy. Wasn't much left for this one to do then except to finish both inside and all over her back and then escape through the window before the groom arrived." The Khajiit sat down with a hearty laughter, clearly proud over the escapades in his past.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The men at the table surrounding the Khajiit however seemed neither entertained by the story, nor interested.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"That's great", said one of them. "But do you mind if I ask where that treasure trove of rubies you mentioned earlier that you found came into play?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Eh?" the Khajiit uttered askingly. "Oh, that! Nevermind about that! It was just Rashka's way of getting your attention." The Khajiit shrugged smoothly and took a swig from his cup. "It would seem this one was rather succesful, no?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"You lying sack of shit", growled one of the burly men surrounding the table.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi leaned in closer from where he was sitting. Not caring too much about the Khajiit's disgusting story, this was indeed starting to get interesting.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Come again?" the Khajiit asked, calmly setting down the cup on the table surface as he faced them.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"You fucken' rug!" a big Orc brute with a speech impediment said as he stood up, shoving his chair aside. "Ye said tha ye had found a big ole pile o' rubies here in tha mountains. We wants to know where tha treasure is. Don' care 'bout no Imperial bride gettin' focked."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"I did", another man put in quietly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Shaddap, Kvint", the Orc said. "Stroke yo dick when we get back to tha cave. I wanna know where tha rubies are, yah?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Rashka found them in your cave", the Khajiit said.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Impossible", the Orc said and shook his head. "We never found anythin' in those caves. The Vice woulda known that..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Actually the rubies were a lie altogether", the Khajiit said with a smug smile. "But thanks for admitting to this one that you people are indeed with league with this Vice of yours. And now you will be so kind as to take Rashka to your chief so that this one can claim the bounty, yes?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">An Imperial sitting by the table buried his face in his palm as he gazed bitterly upon the Orc. "See, Gork? This is why we never let you leave the cave. Let alone speak to strangers..." He added the last in hindsight.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Kvint looked as if he was eager to hear more of Rashka's sexual adventures, but then assumed that storytime was over once he noticed the dampened mood around the table.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Uhm..." Gork muttered.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi could feel the tension building up and so decided to sneak up on the whole crew from behind, knowing well that one single Khajiit could not possibly take them all out at once.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Now, are you going to show Rashka the way or are you going to..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"FIGHT!" the Orc exclaimed wildly swinging his battle axe over his head.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"... attack. Yep, there is that option as well."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The other patrons uttered exclamations in fear and ran for their lives as the big weapon buried itself into the table the Khajiit was sitting by, sending wooden splinters flying in all directions. Rashka toppled his chair backwards in order to escape the blow and rolled backwards and onto his feet as soon as his back hit the ground.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Khajiit assumes that there is no talking you into coming quietly and showing this one just where exactly this leader of yours is hiding? You see, Rashka has a lady waiting for him that he wants to fu..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"SHADDAP!" Gork exclaimed and detached his axe from the table, causing the wooden piece of furniture to collapse into two broken parts on the floor.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The Imperial and the young Nord man called Kvint both drew their weapons and began to encircle Rashka.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">When the Orc's gigantic axe came swinging across Rashka's position once more, the Khajiit gracefully dodged the swing and tackled the Orc in his abdomen... or at least tried to had Gork's stomach not been hardened by whatever unnatural food this Orc had heaved into himself. Rashka found his attack to be fruitless, and rather painful as he introduced his head to a wall of thick meat.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Oh, fuck..." Rashka blubbered, clutching to his head with one hand. "One second, please."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The Orc snorted. "Take yah time, kitteh . Then Gork will smash you good."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Yeah, yeah, Khajiit got that..." Rashka whimpered. As he began to recover, shaking himself aware, he began to look around for some way to gain the upper hand. He had three bandits closing in... four with the Redguard woman they had left outside who had just entered. Rashka hadn't been made aware of her alignment until now, but he had remarked upon the impressive size of her bosom when he had first entered.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">''If Khajiit is to die here... please let it be with his head between those tits...''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Stand and fight, Khajiit!" a Bosmer from behind the bandits called out. "You are not alone!"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Who tha hell are yeh?" Gork grunted.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Thank you, Gork", Rashka filled in, obviously not all too keen on more people getting themselves involved. "Khajiit was just going to ask that himself."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Name's Daithi Camoran", the Bosmer introduced himself sternly, presenting his fists before the baffled bandits and the concerned Khajiit. "Let's just say that as of now I am a bounty hunter extraordinaire."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Kvint and the Imperial just looked at each other, exchanging knowing glares before they decided to switch their target.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"We'll deal with the midget elf. Try to keep the cat in one piece though, Gork", said Kvint. "I want to hear the rest of his story... you know... before I go to sleep."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The Imperial bandit made a grimace of discomfort, but otherwise seemed rather used to Kvint's behavior and interests.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi snorted dramatically and kept his fists up, as he began to think of tactics of how to line his throws up. He needed to wait for one of them to present him with an opening. Part of him wondered just why he had decided to get himself involved with this conflict that obviously wasn't his own. Or was it? Was he doing it to save the Khajiit, despite hearing that the man himself didn't really seem to be all that pure-of-heart, or was he doing it just because he had heard that the Khajiit was going after the Vice as well?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">My enemy's enemy is my friend... Daithi concluded.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Now scream for meh, kitteh!" the Orc.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"You know, under any circumstances where you might have been a hot, naked Orcish woman, this one was banging, Khajiit couldn't have been any more thrilled than to hear those words."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The Redguard woman drew her sword with a disgusted outlook on her face as she tried to process just what she had heard. "What in the actual fuck?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Yeah, Rashka knows. This one has issues." The Khajiit suddenly whined and rolled to the side as Gork's axe came flying down on top of him once more. "Can't we just talk about this?!"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"No! Yah die now!" Gork growled. "Gork is tired of yah!"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Better sit down and take a breather then, no?" Rashka suggested as he took shelter behind one of the wooden pillars of the inn.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The daft Orc didn't seem to appreciate the Khajiit's crude attempt at humour and swung his axe with such might that it nearly split the pillar and too, however the blade had lodged itself too deep into the wood for the Orc to be able to pull out the axe with one thrust.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"This one recognises that feeling", shrugged Rashka cheekily. "When Khajiit is balls-deep in a pretty girl and ready to blow, he has trouble pulling out as well."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Shaddap!" snarled the Orc as he attempted to yank his axe free. "Yeh are makin' Gork's head hurt!"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Have some more from Rashka then! It's on the house!" He had attempted to knock the Orc senseless with a finishing punch, yet found that his face was just as rock solid as his stomach. Rashka could almost feel every bone in his knuckles shatter as they met with the Orc's ugly snout.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Rashka tried to keep his grin up, but could feel the pain failing him as he began to express a pent-up grimace of something dying inside him. "This one thinks he just broke his hand..." he wheezed in a high-pitched tone.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Heh! That's whatcha get for makin' fun o' Gork! Now stand still and let meh kill yah!" The Orc smiled cruelly as he finally got his axe detached from the pillar, looking upon it as if it was his beloved. "Ah, finally!" he rejoiced. "And now we will..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">And that was the last thing Gork had in store to talk about for the day as his face made an acquantaince of the toppled chair Rashka had grabbed and smacked straight into the front of Gork's hard head. The Orc stumbled forward for a moment, spitting out several teeth and some blood.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"... dance a jig with Gork or sumthin', would yah? I don't know..." he murmured incoherently as he stooped into a nearby table of various vegetables stews, conveniently placed in front of him just to add more to the chaos that was already going on in the inn.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Rashka shook his hand with a whimper. "Why you have to make Khajiit resort to foul tricks, you stupid Orc?! This one is a perfectly fine fighter! Almost as good as he is a lover!" He licked his wounded hand as he stretched it out for a beautiful Redguard woman just within his presence. "Here, blow on this one for Rashka would you, sweetness?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The Redguard woman seemed to baffled with the current spectacle that she had for a moment forgotten about her alignment just about Rashka had forgotten about it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">She growled and started to approach the Khajiit slowly with her blade drawn.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Oh... right..." Rashka murmured in hindsight, backstepping towards the counter. "You sure Rashka can't sway you with some ale or something? Anything that will keep your sharp stuff away from this one's fur?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"You will make a fine rug, cat!" the Redguard bandit hissed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"And you would look great lying naked upon it, no?" he countered in a petty attempt to save his own life... and with perhaps some astronomical chance that she would indeed accept a peace offering involving the two of them making love.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Rashka peered over her shoulder, watching to see what the Bosmer was doing, and whether or not he could actually prove useful to come and save his fur. Daithi, as he was called, seemed to have his hands full... or fists, literally speaking, with both countering and delivering punches in a blurry barrage against two men at once. The Khajiit was intrigued. He had never seen such a fighting style before. True enough that Rashka knew how to handle himself in a fist-fight... at least when it came to fair opponents unlike iron-faced Gork lying drooling on the floor, but he had never seen anyone fight with such ease and style as Daithi. It almost made him jealous. Then a call from reality made him painfully aware of the big-breasted Redguard woman trying to kill him as she delivered a cut to his shoulder.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Ouch!" Rashka growled, covering his wound with his hand and whimpered at the sight of his blood-coated fur. "Rashka just washed that!"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Better wash yourself some more then", smirked the woman. "There is more where that came from!" She motioned another attack towards him, however this time Rashka was quick on his feet and flung himself over the counter and onto the other side. He disappeared in front of her as if he had drowned at sea, sinking down behind several bottles and wheels of cheese.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The livid Redguard peered over the counter. "You think that you can escape from me? The Vice will be pleased to know that..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">All of a sudden, Rashka popped up from behind the counter with his claws out. The Redguard woman swung her blade in a full circle in front of her, causing the Khajiit to duck and make an evasive manuever into her cleavage, burying his snout between her breasts.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Iiih!" she exclaimed, feeling his whiskers tickle her skin. "W-what are you doing?! You bastard! Get out of there!"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Rashka's voice was muffled. It almost sounded like he was sorry, but then again if she had known him, she would have known that such wasn't the case. His hands flew up and grappled her wrists, twisting her right hand to the point where she had to drop her sword, lest he would snap it off completely.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Ow!" she whimpered, followed by the clanging sound of cold steel hitting the stone floor.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Rashka's muffled voice said something in approval, whether this was due to the fact that he had successfully disarmed her or that he had managed to fully inspect her areolas was left open for debate. He ejected himself from her bosom, gasping for air as he looked upon her confused face.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Now, you are going to tell this one about the Vice, yes? Where the bandit leader hides? What's the weaknesses? How does Rashka get there?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"I won't tell you shit, you pervert!" she snarled and struggled to break free of his grip. "Not as long as I can still do this!"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Rashka hadn't anticipated that the woman was quite the acrobat. She took charge and leapt over the counter, forcing the Khajiit to bend backwards as she collapsed on top of him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">''Such an amazing pair! ''he reflected upon impact. Nearly knocked the breath out of this one!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The Redguard woman struggled for dominance. She was on top of him, yet his hands were still gripping tightly around her wrists. "Just give up!" she hissed. "I will kill you!"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"No, you won't", Rashka smiled playfully as he felt her arms beginning to tire.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"What makes you so sure, furball? Huh?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Because otherwise you wouldn't feel Rashka doing this..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"I don't see what... and by the Divines what are you doing?" her voice traced off as she felt his kisses and his tongue find their way into her cleavage and onto her exposed neck. "Oh... What... s-stop it... that... that's..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Yeees", Rashka purred. "You like this, no?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"N-no..." she moaned softly, still having some strength in her arms to resist his grip, yet she could feel it fading. And as of now, she couldn't tell whether that was a bad thing or a good one. "Not... not really..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Oh? What if Rashka was to do this?" The Khajiit buried his entire snout in-between her breasts once more more, running his lips and tongue over her sensitive skin, slobbering all over them.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Oh... shit...." she panted, experiencing conflicting emotions. This Khajiit was most likely a bounty hunter, here for nothing more than to get paid for killing her kin, yet here he was pleasuring her. Was it a trap? Would he stab her the first chance he got? She couldn't even see from behind the counter what had become of the Bosmer fighting against Sirius and Kvint.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">As ashamed as she was to admit it, this whole event turned out to be one of the most erotic moments of her life. "Don't... ah... don't be so..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The Khajiit looked up at her expectantly. "So rough? Khajiit could slow down, if you want..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">''Say no to him for fuck sake! Grab something! Anything! End his life! You shouldn't...''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"No need to be so gentle", she said in an effort to sound seductive. "Here..." She began to unbutton her blouse, exposing her two plump breasts for the Khajiit called Rashka. "They are... rather big, but..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"No buts!" Rashka grinned. "Khajiit likes them big." He let go of her wrists slowly, as if to establish that he had no ill will, but also to see if the same could be said about her. He expressed a sly smirk seeing her hold out her bosom for him to grasp and fondle how he pleased, and he was more than eager to provide.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Oh..." she moaned again. "Yes... Like that." She began to run her hands over the back of his furry neck.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">I am such a slut... she lamented. ''How could this be? Why am I not fighting him? Why am I letting this total stranger touch me like this? Why am I so eager to...''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"FUUUCK!" she exclaimed all of a sudden as he took one of her stiff nipples into his mouth, nibbling on it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Heh", he shrugged. "That was an all exclusive", he said. "If you want more, Khajiit's got more."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">She could feel warmth building up inside her like a pressure that needed to be relieved. Maybe it was the bizarre conditions and circumstances of the moment that had brought upon this sudden heat of hers, or maybe it was just pure lust due to the fact that it had been a long time since last she had allowed a man to touch her.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">She just nodded, whimpering as she felt something hard prod against her cleavage of her crotch. She looked upon the Khajiit expectantly and he just smiled back as he began to slowly remove her blouse and her leather leggings.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Rashka will be more than happy to provide, but you have to give Rashka something in return, yes?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">She nodded once again, followed by a short whimper as he finally positioned her on top of his stiff member.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">He cupped her cheek and gave her a warming kiss. "This one wants to know where the Vice is hiding."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi roared in wrath and agony. He had been fighting with these two relentless bandits for what seemed like hours. They just wouldn't give up and he was almost at his breaking point. Though he had managed to disarm them both, it turned out that they were average fighters with their fists and had managed to land a blow or two on him, yet when they connected it felt as if it was the worst pain he had ever felt in his entire life.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">He spat some blood from the corner of his mouth, side-stepped as the Nord went in for a strike and then knocked him out completely with a punch to his cheekbones. The Imperial just watched with wonder as he saw his comrade dive to the ground, struggling to regain balance. As he fell on Daithi, the Bosmer delivered a vicious kick to the Imperial's groin. Sirius clutched to his fractured balls and collapsed onto one knee. The Elf saw his opportunity to regain some high ground and so grabbed a nearby clay pitcher and smashed it straight down into the Imperial's head before finishing the fight by toppling an entire wooden table over the two senseless goons.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">He then knelt down by the Nord, although it pained him to do so. He grabbed him by the hair. He couldn't allow them to drift away. He needed answers.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Talk, vermin!" he spat, blood trickling down his chin. "Where is the Vice?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Ouch... fuck..." Kvint muttered.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi pulled in his hair harder. "Where?!"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Ow, ow, ow", the Nord said with a slur. "Em... Embershard mine! Alright?! The Vice is hiding out there! Now let go of my hair!"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi threw the Nord's head forcefully back into the floor, finally knocking Kvint out for the day. He then stumbled off with pain singing from his body. It ached in every corner of it and he had to keep wiping some blood from his mouth. This was the price you had to pay if you wanted to be a hero... to do what was right. Though he doubted that the Khajiit had the same good-hearted intentions, he began to fear just what sort of agony the latter had experienced having fought both the Orc and...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi looked around. Something didn't seem right. Hadn't there been a Redguard woman as well? He began to wander around, almost stumbling as he grinded his teeth with restrained pain.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Khajiit?" he asked out loudly. "Uhm... Rashka? Are you around?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">There was a loud groan coming from behind the counter of the inn. The Bosmer scurried to sideways to hurry to the source of the sound, fearing for the worst. He was then met by the sight of the Khajiit resurfacing from behind the counter without his studded armor on... and judging by the nudity of his hips concealed just behind the wooden board, he would guess that the Khajiit wasn't wearing anything at all for some reason.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Rashka stretched his arms out with a pleased purr. "That was... amazing..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Totally", said another voice in a daze as a nude Redguard woman with huge breasts appeared just by the Khajiit's side. She had an expression that bore witness of the fact that she was on a whole different plane of existence as this moment and so wouldn't be able to comprehend normal speech.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Rashka... what in the...?" Daithi exchanged glares, first looking at the Khajiit with confusion, then at the naked bandit woman. It wasn't hard for him to draw conclusions, but it was hard to ask himself: why? And most importantly: how?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Ah, there you are", Rashka grunted as he struggled to get his breeches back on, with some half-arsed assistance from the Redguard woman, still basking in the afterglow of their union. "Rashka was getting worried there for a moment that those uglies had done you good for..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Funny..." said Daithi bitterly and gave the Khajiit an annihilating stare. "I was just thinking the same thing about you." He then made a short pause to rub his sore muscles. "I just found out where the Vice is hiding by the way, and I suggest that we work together. The Vice is hiding in Em..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Embershard mine", the Khajiit finished with a pleasant groan, slightly stumbling as the naked Redguard woman locked her arms around his loins. "Amira here told Khajiit everything." He cupped her chin and made her look up at him. "Give Rashka some sugar, would you, sweetness?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">She just smiled, still dazed by the unspeakable pleasure he had provided her and was in heaven to oblige. In fact, if she hadn't held so tightly onto his legs, she might have just drifted off on a cloud heading for Aetherius at this point. Daithi turned his gaze away as the Khajiit and the woman's lips met, slobbering all over each other.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The Bosmer didn't know whether he should be pleased or frustrated over the fact that the Khajiit was alive. Here he had been risking his lives to get an answer out of some armed and dangerous bandits, while the Khajiit had found it between the thighs of a beautiful woman. Nope. He was frustrated alright.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Deliver her to the authorities", Daithi remarked coldly as he steadied himself and stretched out a wounded shoulder.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"What? Oh, no", objected Rashka. "This one made a little deal with Amira here. She will quit banditry and this one won't turn her in. She will find herself a new profession and this one will visit her from time to time."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"You damn better..." Amira filled in.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Yeah, this one damn better."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Fine!" said Daithi sharply. "My point however remains standing; will you work together with me? To find and stop the Vice?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Sure, this one could do that", shrugged Rashka, strapping his studded leather armor back on. "This one means that... after all... you do come in handy in a fight. This one could have good use for someone like you."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Why, thank you", Daithi said snidely, but doubted that the Khajiit would notice. "As for the rest of these bandits, they should all be turned in to the local guards."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"On that we can both agree", said the Khajiit with a chuckle. "Amira walks free though. Here, sweetie." The Khajiit handed the naked woman her blouse and her leggings back, yet she seemed rather disoriented to put them on at the same moment she received them, and instead began to stumble on unsteady legs towards the exit.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">As soon as she had left, Daithi turned to Rashka. "You fucked her?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Yup."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The Bosmer furrowed his brow. "Really? In the middle of a damn fight?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Seemed like a good idea at the moment", Rashka scoffed and hopped up onto the counter. "Besides, it got this one the answers he needed, so it's all good."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Yes... someone might've died", Daithi pointed out.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"That would indeed have been awful. Luckily that has yet to occur to Rashka, however there was this one time. He was thrusting like a madman in this farmer's daughter, you see, and she was..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Forget I said anything", the Bosmer said, getting a clear picture of just what sort of man the Khajiit was with each passing second. "So... seeing as you found all the answers you needed, what do we do from here?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Well", the Khajiit shrugged and scratched the back of his head. "First of Khajiit need to find a place to rest for the night. Knowing the chaos we caused here today, this one doubts that the Sleeping Giant Inn will be open again for business anytime soon."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">A dampened groan could be heard from underneath the toppled table.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Oh, shut up, you", Daithi countered. "But yeah, I agree. We should set up camp outside on the southern road, head to Embershard mine from there at first daylight."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Rashka adjusted the belt in his breeches and gave Daithi a confirming nod. "Alright, Khajiit is ready and eager."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The Bosmer held out a hand for the Khajiit to take. "Name's Daithi Camoran, by the way. Spellsword and... well... I am just sort of wandering around trying to help out wherever I can."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Rashka the Bastard", said Rashka, shaking the Bosmer's hand. "This one mostly sticks his dick in things and tend to end up in situations like this."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"I can imagine."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">As the newly formed fellowship exited the Sleeping Giant Inn, Daithi was pleased to see the arrival of a local guard. "There are three bandits in there", he informed. "An Orc, one Imperial and one of your fellow kinsmen. All knocked senseless."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"By you?" the guard asked.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Rashka helped", the Khajiit put in. "He took out the Orc."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">And banged another... Daithi reflected.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"That's impressive", said the guard. "Spared us a whole deal of trouble there. You are both bounty hunters then, I take it? There is a hefty sum of gold to fetch for whomever brings us the Vice. 2000 gold coins awaits in Dragonsreach in Whiterun."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi didn't mind getting paid for his act. He would have done it for free either way, for sure, but some gold always sweetened the deal. He could tell however that gold was probably everything that was on the Khajiit's mind. Rashka seemed rather... eager. Far too eager to take down the Vice. And it wasn't surely out of the kindness of his heart. He couldn't begin to imagine that the Khajiit would risk his life at the hands of Gork for the sake of helping his fellow man. But maybe he was just being prejudicial. Maybe there was some good in the Khajiit. He had after all spared the life of the bandit woman... by sleeping with her, and now he was helping out to keep the peace.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Sounds good to me", said Daithi. "We'll make sure that the Vice is brought to justice."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Yes, yes. Can we get moving now?" Rashka asked. "Khajiit wants this over with as soon as possible."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Fine", Daithi said, though he didn't like to suspect foul play, he could assume from the Khajiit's eagerness that maybe Rashka at one point would try and backstab him in order to claim the reward for himself.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">It was just a suspicion, of course, but Daithi liked to keep himself on his toes. He had been surrounded by treachery before and wasn't all too keen on getting into yet another unpleasant situation. But maybe he was just being overly paranoid?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The guard waved them off as he called for his two companions to enter the inn and bring the unconscious bandits to the carriage that would escort them back to where they belonged; a nice, damp prison cell under Dragonsreach.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Tell me a bit about yourself."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Huh?" Rashka flinched. "What about this one?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">They had been walking down the southern road for quite some time, mostly under silence. And Daithi thought it was time to break the ice. If this man was going to be his partner-in-crime, or rather partner-against-crime, he needed to know where he stood.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"You know, where you come from? What's your motivation here in life?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Oh, uhm... Rashka is the son of a caravan leader and a whor... courtesan. His mother sent him on his way because she reckoned that Khajiit shouldn't grow up among... prostitutes."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Uh-huh." Daithi could already see where Rashka got his lifestyle from.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"She sent him to be raised by his father, Ra'Danji. The leader of his very own caravan. Rashka wasn't exactly the well-behaved lad. He was a bad child. He would often play..." He snickered as if he remembered something fondly. "... not-so-innocent games with the girls in camp, for which he got yelled at by their parents and his own father. So Ra'Danji tried to set Khajiit straight by putting him up for training as a caravan guard. It was a fun time to be alive for sure. Rashka did his training and was obedient and maybe if Rashka had been able to keep his focus during that special night of festivities, he might have ended up a much more different man."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi furrowed his brow. He hadn't anticipated Rashka to be the sort of man to resort to self-deprecation.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"You see, the man who was training Rashka had this... gorgeous-looking daughter. Mai'Ran was her name. Two years older than Rashka at the time, but... by Rajhin... what a girl. She had a fine round shape to her. A firm pair of tits and curves that..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi sighed. "I get it. She was beautiful."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Beyond beautiful. But then again, this one was young. This one was horny. This one was drunk out of his mind. Everything with a pair of tits looks good at a time like that. But Rashka is sure that he would have banged her even without being drunk and horny. So..." Rashka grimaced. "She came onto Rashka, saying what a handsome cat he was. She undressed, trousers came off and before Rashka has an inkling of what's going on, he is thrusting into her for his life. He wakes up the day after and has barely any recollection of the night before, but fate is kind enough to remind him a couple of weeks later when Mai'Ran tells her father that she has a bun in the oven, made with Rashka's secret sauce."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi shrugged. "I take it he wasn't very pleased to hear about this?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Oh, hell no. This one was his best student. And he had knocked up his baby girl. Such disobedience cannot go unpunished. And so he goes to Ra'Danji and tells him of Rashka's wrongdoing, and though reluctant to do so, Ra'Danji exiled Rashka in order to appease his old friend." The Khajiit smacked with his lips. "This one doesn't blame him. This one still has 2 years left of his exile before he is welcome to return home... to see his father... to see Mai'Ran... to see his child..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi raised an eyebrow. "You haven't met your own child?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Which one?" the Khajiit said sheepishly. "This one is a bastard, yet he leaves many bastards in his wake."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi shook his head. "Doesn't sound like a healthy lifestyle to me. I don't think I could live with that... you know... Having so many broken hearts left behind?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"This one understands, but this one also makes it abundantly clear to the women he makes love to that there can be nothing more than just a brief moment of satisfaction between the two. Because this one has someone he truly loves."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">This just got interesting...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Someone you love?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Aye, is that so surprising? Khajiit has someone he cares for a lot. Someone he would die for... or... uhm... at least he would say so, as to express his feelings."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"And who is this special someone, if I might ask?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Rashka grinned. "A Khajiit doesn't tell."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The sun began to set over the valley as the two traversed the road, its rays breaking upon the blank surface of Lake Ilinalta. Daithi could feel a faint brotherly bond shape between the two as they began to discuss what sort of drinks they liked and which Arena champion they rooted on. Daithi would tell horror stories about the Oblivion Crisis and Rashka would tell some crude joke about a big-breasted Argonian concubine with swamp fever. Despite being so diverse in taste, ideologies and personalities, Daithi found himself actually enjoying the petty Khajiit's company. Perhaps this wouldn't be such a bad trip after all? He didn't seem particularly hostile, and he did have some interesting things to speak about... whenever the majority of them wasn't how far into women he had managed to reach with his member or what sort of ludicrous things they had screamed during their moment of ecstacy. Apart from that he had...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Nope. Daithi tried to remember anything aside from that, but just realised that that was literally everything the Khajiit had spoken about. A hedonistic lifestyle full of lovemaking was pretty much everything this Khajiit was composed of, and Daithi had a hard time trying to decide whether that was a good thing or a bad one.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">They set up camp near some slopes not far from the water of Lake Ilinalta, finding the remains of an old poacher's campsite they could use. The summer breeze blowing through the nearby forests was quite refreshing and oddly warm, though it wouldn't remain that for long as the sun began to settle faster beyond the mountain ridge, coloring the sky in a surreal, fiery turquoise.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">While Daithi struggled to make a fire, Rashka lied back with his arms behind his head and looked up into the clouds slowly floating by. "That one looks like a couple of plump tits", he remarked.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">No, it doesn't, thought Daithi, struggling to see the resemblance. Somehow he got the impression that the Khajiit only saw what he wanted to see.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"I see a pair of sheep, grazing a flower field."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Dammit", growled the Khajiit. "Your bloody sheep just killed the mood."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">''Aroused by clouds? This Khajiit is something different.''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Rashka !" Daithi uttered. "Couldn't you make those claws of yours handy by catching us some supper or something?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Rashka sat up, his ears clipping.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Did you hear me?" Daithi groaned as the fire he had managed to get going was starting to fade again. "Could you go down into the water and..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Ssh!" Rashka hissed and raised a hand. "Khajiit hears something."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi sharpened his pointed ears, trying to catch a sound, but couldn't tell what Rashka was referring to. The Khajiit's senses were on point. Rashka got up from his resting place and started to crawl through the nearby reeds near the land-wash towards and unknown destination.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"This one will be right back..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi didn't know if Rashka sensed danger or something, but he trusted the Khajiit's instincts enough to know that Rashka knew what he was doing. However after five minutes of silence, and repeated fails of trying to get a fire going, Daithi tossed his tinder-box to the ground in frustration and decided to head after the Khajiit. It wasn't hard to find the path Rashka had taken; several reeds were broken halfways as if the Khajiit had picked up the pace all of a sudden. Only a short distance further away would Daithi come upon Rashka's behind pouting out from a wall of reeds, his tail eagerly whipping about.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi sighed somewhat in relief, having feared for a brief moment that something bad had happened. "There you are", he said. "Now, what are you..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Get down!" Rashka hissed and tugged at Daithi's belt, forcing the Bosmer to come down to his level. "Look over there!"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi peered through the reeds as his eyes fell upon a seldom beheld sight. Two beautiful, naked women, were playfully splashing water over each other with giggles and laughter by a small inlet of the lake. Two young Nords, presumably hunters or poachers. One was as blond as the color of honey and the other had golden brown hair; both just as equally pretty. It seemed unreal. These two gorgeous creatures was truly a sight to see, like a pair of forest nymphs come to entice them with offers of unbelievable carnal pleasure. As if the dirty content of a poorly written erotic novella had all of a sudden been brought to life before his eyes. As Daithi stared upon their curvaecous forms and listened to their singing laughter, he began to sense a familiar feeling somewhere in his guts... and in the crotch of his breeches, as ashamed as he was to admit it to himself.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">He shifted umcomfortably as he adjusted his apparel. "I see..." he remarked coldly. "You couldn't have... like... at least told me that you were going to stare at them all day? That way maybe I could've catched myself some fish of my own?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"And miss out on the action? Oh, hell no! This is super hot!"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Hot? They are just washing themselves", he said, trying to maintain a sense of reason while he still could. "Having fun. Probably very good friends and..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">As Daithi spoke the two naked Nord women all of a sudden met in the middle of the water as they embraced, touched each other softly and locked their lips together in a passionate kiss while looking each other deeply in the eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"By the fucking Divines", Daithi muttered under his breath, feeling his knees failing him. Somehow he got the strange impression that he was indeed a part of something bigger... something naughtier. This was definitely far more erotic than any of the adventures he had previously in life, and this whole experience just felt completely out of place for him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Super. Hot." Rashka repeated, punctuating every spelling of the words.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">As the two women kissed, they slowly turned their heads to where the two men were at. They broke up their kiss and started to turn towards the reeds with knowing smiles. Daithi ducked rather swiftly, fearing that he had been spotted, but realised that his sudden action more than likely had given them away.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Oh, boys..." one of the Nord women called out with a melodious voice. "We know that you are out there. Just come out. Talk to us. We won't bite... so hard."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi cursed internally. He felt ashamed. He should feel ashamed. This wasn't something he would normally do. This was what Rashka would do! The Khajiit was a bad influence, and that was all there was to it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">He stood up slowly, averting his eyes as best as he could. "I am... I am sorry. We... just got lost from our campsite. We will leave the two of you alone to..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Hilda", said the brown-haired Nord woman to the blond one, obviously named Hilda. "I don't know if I can trust them. They look like bandits... or maybe they are guards?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Can't allow them to report us to Whiterun for poaching, can we, Kristi?" said the blonde one.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Now, listen here", said Rashka. "Rashka couldn't care less about your poaching. Trust this one, if you knew what sort of naughty thoughts that goes through this one's head at this moment, you can expect us to turn a blind eye to anything else. Daithi here feels the same. Ain't that right, Daithi?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The Khajiit bumped the Bosmer hard into the side with his elbow. "Ouch! What? I mean..." Daithi froze up for a moment. He didn't know what Rashka was thinking of (even though he had a pretty strong idea), but he decided to play along. "I mean... yeah. We are... uhm... complete perverts. We are on the run from the law ourselves. Completely helpless."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Oh, my", said Kristi teasingly. "That doesn't sound good."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"You know", Hilda began, slowly approaching Daithi. "I've heard that some urges can be..." She stopped right in front of him, allowing him to gaze upon her naked form in all its glory. "... cured with an excessive amount of said urges."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi couldn't make any sense of what she was saying, but refrained from saying anything as he could foresee where this situation would take him if he played his cards right. He still blamed the Khajiit however. This wasn't like him at all, but the silly way the situation had started to play out really seemed to be taking him to places he normally wouldn't go. But then again he couldn't see it as a bad thing. A little harmless lovemaking had never harmed anyone, had it?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Rashka?" he murmured as he helplessly had to back up in order to keep Hilda off of hm. "Help me out here will you and... oh for fuck sake..." It appeared that Rashka had already given in to the urges, eagerly running his fuzzy hands up and down Kristi's back, their lips locked together as they ferociously kissed. For a moment it looked as if they were about to devour one another. And as Hilda came all the more closer to him, swaying with her hips and her gorgeous, naked body, Daithi gave out one sigh: "Ah, to hell with it."

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">His head was swimming in endorphins and he had trouble focusing for a brief moment. But he was imagining things. He was bathing in sweat and shuddered as he felt the nightly breezes engulf him. By his side lay the exhausted Hilda, fast asleep with a pleasant smile on her lips. He would've been more than glad to give them a kiss, but refrained from doing so out of fear to wake her up. She seemed content enough to be left alone wherever her sleep had allowed her to drift off to.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">He rose up and pulled up his breeches, slightly stumbling as he tried to regain balance from the incredible lovemaking he had just experienced. "Bloody hell", he muttered, drunk on passion. He leaned against a tree and tried to find his way down to the shoreline, to wash himself off.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">A part of him felt unclean, as if he had just exploited that young woman, yet another part of him cheered triumphantly within his chest. It had been a while since last he had been with someone, and he couldn't help but feel that this was thanks to the Khajiit called Rashka. The man certainly had... the uncanny ability to find trouble... and hedonism, especially the latter. He wanted to punch Rashka as much as he wanted to thank him. Who knew just for how much longer Daithi would've remained alone without anyone to warm his bed is just for one night? Being in the company of the Khajiit certainly seemed to attract a lot of romantic attention. It felt unreal. It was unreal. There was no way this would've happened under any circumstance.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi's line of thoughts broke as he heard Kristi's wild screams and moans coming from the glen just right next to where he had left Hilda. Wet flesh upon flesh could be heard, rapidly slapping against each other. Rashka obviously gave her a literal hard time, and she appeared to love him for it. Daithi, however, wished that he could shut his ears off... his brain also, if possible. Hilda gave out one final scream of pleasure, before everything turned awkwardly quiet.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The Bosmer sat down by the cool water, watching his reflection. He looked tired. He felt tired. Maybe it was due to the amazing sex he had just had, or maybe he exhausted in both soul, mind and body, all at once. As he tried to gain some insight, gazing upon his mirror image, it was distorted by the splashing ripples of a furry foot, taking a leap into the dark waters.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Oh fuck, it's cold!" Rashka exclaimed with a shudder.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi grumbled something incoherent. "I thought you cats didn't like water?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Heh. Khajiit doesn't. But when you've just gotten back from some steamy, passionate sex, there is no better way for Rashka than to clear his mind by completely numbing himself."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Huh. So... I take it the evening was pleasant?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The Khajiit shrugged. "It was pleasant indeed. But this one think he might've put a damper on the passion somewhat when he blew his load in her."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi grimaced, clearly not wanting to hear this. "Why is that?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Well... This one shouted, in the moment of his release, that the two of us were going to hunt down the Vice."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The Bosmer sighed. "Don't do that."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"What? Blow Khajiit's load? Impossible."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"No", groaned Daithi. ''Well, that too. ''"Don't go telling others about our mission. It's important that we keep it a secret."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Oh, please. These two girls are making love like angels! There is no way they'd be interested in whatever quest we take one. They are just out for sex and... well, so is Rashka."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi sighed. "Fine. But don't take unnecessary risks. Understood?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Understood." The Khajiit nodded and then grinned. "But you should've heard the things she said when this one completely destroyed her!" His smile faded and he side-glanced for a bit as if one of his thoughts required some serious inquiring. "She screamed something about wanting this one to call her 'his little girl' and to 'eat her vegetables'..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi furrowed his brow. What the fuck?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Some... paternal issues there, Khajiit reckons. Still though; great sex. A real wild one. Came several times." He smirked. "That goes both ways, by the way." He then playfully splashed some water in Daithi's direciton, causing the Bosmer to back away and raise his arms protectively somewhat. "And what about you, high-and-mighty? Ya banged the girl or what?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Why do you have to be so vulgar?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Yes... I bedded her", Daithi said. "She was... nice."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Heh. This one knew it. Act all proper and fine, if you want. But stick with Rashka and the breeches drops to the ground sooner or later."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi couldn't help but to misinterpret that in several humorous ways, but decided to keep quiet. "Listen, Rashka", he said. "I've been thinking..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Yes?" Rashka interrupted, backstroking through the pitch-black surface.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"About when we reach the bandits hideout in the morning. We should decide how we should split..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Heh", the Khajiit interrupted again. "This isn't about the gold."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi looked inquisitively on the swimming cat, not sure what he meant. "Then why are you here? I can hardly believe that you are doing this out of the goodness of your heart."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Ouch", the Khajiit said, pretending to be hurt. "This one is both shocked and appalled that you've got little so good thoughts about Rashka. But the truth is that the gold doesn't interest this one."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Then what does?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Booty does."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Booty? The bandits probably have plenty of it."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The Khajiit's slit eyes traced their gaze back onto land where the naked women were still asleep. "Booty."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi let out a short laugh and shook his head as he became aware of the context. "You are bloody hopeless, aren't you?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"The best kind of hopeless", Rashka corrected with a shrug.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Well, dawn is coming up and I better get some sleep if we are to assault the bandit cave", Daithi said. "Have fun bathing..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Will do. Khajiit will probably have another turn with Kristi before he is ready to knock himself out for the evening."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi just nodded and turned around. "Oh... and Rashka?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Yes?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Uhm... thanks."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The Khajiit scoffed. "For what?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">For what indeed?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Nevermind. Goodnight to you."

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi would've been more than pleased to wake up to the sight of Hilda's buxom breasts right beside him, but instead he was met face-to-face with the snoring muzzle of Rashka the Bastard.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Gah, what the fuck?!" the Bosmer exclaimed, waking the Khajiit up.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Mornin' to you too", Rashka yawned and stretched out his arms, before lying down and adjusting himself in a more comfortable sleeping position. "The girls have left us", he said, smacking with his lips pleasantly. "Now get your chest back here. Khajiit needs a pillow."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Left?" Daithi sounded disheartened. He would've gladly spent some more time with Hilda.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"They told Khajiit to say 'hi' from them last night."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"From them?" Daithi didn't like the sound of Rashka having his way with both of them, especially when he had gotten to grow fond of Hilda.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Yeah..." Rashka waved a hand at Daithi. "Hi."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Hmph... Very well." Daithi stood up and started to look for his shirt, groaning with discomfort as he found that Rashka had been lying on it all night. Not to mention that the Khajiit had yet to dress himself.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Even though Daithi looked away, he felt a sting of both embarrassment and jealousy catching a quick glance of Rashka's member. There was no way that anyone could walk around comfortably with a member of that width and length without a spontaneous bulge sticking out at all times in the mid-zone of their breeches.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">''No wonder Kristi was so loud. Poor girl... or lucky... whichever...''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Rashka yawned again as he sat up on Daithi's shirt. The Bosmer whimpered upon noticing the Khajiit's butt coming in contact with his clothing, and he breathed through his teeth when Rashka decided to scratch his posterior before leaving the shirt in the mud.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Shame that they had to leave", the Khajiit declared. "Khajiit wouldn't have minded another round."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Indeed", Daithi said bitterly, reluctantly picking his shirt up with a pincer grip.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"You wouldn't have seen Rashka's pants lying around here somewhere, would ya?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"You don't need pants where you are going", a grim voice called to them from above.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Both Daithi and Rashka gazed up towards the cliffs, suddenly becoming aware of the horde of bandits surrounding them with drawn bows. The majority of them composed of women.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Well, shit..." Daithi commented, slowly raising his hands up. Ironically, his shirt would've served as a perfect flag of capitulation, hadn't it been defiled by both mud and the hairy behind of a Khajiit.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Rashka held his hands up as well. "How the hell did you misfits find us here?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The leader of the crew was a staunch Nord woman with a grim outlook to her face, not even fazed by the sight of the naked Khajiit and his huge genitals. She simply held her arm out extensively to the side, whereas a Dunmer woman approached and left a note in her hand. She rolled it up and read:

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Dear losers.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">''If you are hearing this it means that the Vice's crew got our report of potential bounty hunters approaching the hideout. We walk away, one thousand gold richer, all because of one horny Khajiit bounty hunter; exposing his plan as he blew his load in Kristi. While the night was pleasant enough, we now move on to find ourselves some more horny bastards to exploit. Please, don't feel bad. The Vice might find good use of you both as slaves in the mines. And they might even let you come and visit us and your children at one point!''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Yours sincerely, Hilda and Kristi.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">''PS: Nice size, Rashka. Love Kristi."''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The Nord woman lowered the paper, not cracking a single smile as she stared the half-naked Bosmer and the completely naked Khajiit down. "Then there is a little crudely sketched heart at the end", she finished.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Heh, that's sweet", Rashka remarked with an inaudible chuckle.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">If looks were able to kill, the Khajiit would've left this awkward scene in several baskets, had he met the annihilating gaze of Daithi. "Good job, Rashka. Next time you get us both killed by climaxing, please cut off your own balls first."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Rashka rolled his shoulders. "Doesn't matter. Had sex."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Take them away", the Nord woman ordered. "Maybe we can find some use for them in the mines. There's digging that needs doing."

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Well, this sucks..." Daithi grumbled.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"No, need to be like that. Rashka is feeling fine."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The Bosmer groaned. "Swell..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The two unfortunate, horny idiots had been bound with their arms behind their back and found themselves deep within Embershard mine. They found that they were surrounded by hostiles in every direction. Rashka didn't mind though. For some reason the majority of the bandits seemed to be composed of women. Some quite beautiful as well. Rashka made sure to cast them a suggestive and flirtatious wink every now and then. While their stern and aggressive exterior spoke lengths of how little regard they had for their prisoners, he could clearly see them blushing, giggling whenever he expressed his intentions. Although they would never show it directly to him or to their comrades. Their ways of playing hard to get made himself hard in all the right places. Only trouble he had really was to hide it, seeing as they hadn't bothered to give him back his breeches. So even when he wasn't aware of what his member was thinking, he would be alerted by Daithi groaning in disgust and shuffling away as desperately as he could.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"You think they are gonna do us any harm?" Rashka asked. "Like cut off a limb or so?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"In your case, they may cut off something more obvious", Daithi replied dryly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Huh?" Rashka only then took notice of his obvious arousal. "Oh, damn. Sorry. This one was just thinking of that latest woman who passed us by. Picturing her... without armor... oiled up with honey... for Khajiit to lick off."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Tell me about it", Daithi sighed as he leaned to the side, internally pleading to whatever divines that were out there to save him from more of the Khajiit's twisted fantasies.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Oh, this is where Rashka gets to the good part. You see, this one will start by licking her inner thighs and then work his way up her..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Khajiit!" a stern voice growled as the sturdy Nord woman from before approached the pair.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Yes, ma'am?" Rashka purred, still stuck in his imaginations.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">A violent punch to the Khajiit's face toppled the man to the side with a cough. Though Daithi didn't condone violence exacted upon his newfound friend, he thought it definitely was well-deserved considering the mess the Khajiit had brought them into. Maybe he was a bit glad about the fact that Rashka could finally shut up for a moment.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Ouch", Rashka murmured. "This one is not used to beautiful women punching him. Only Shabhira is allowed to do that!"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Quiet!" the Nord commanded, grabbing the backbound Khajiit by the skin of his neck as if he was a mere kitten.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">A well-endowed kitten...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Hey, easy now!" Rashka pleaded. "This one is not into maternal kinks!"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Shut the hell up!" the Nord boomed and punched Rashka again, causing to follow suit for once.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Where are you taking him?" Daithi asked, somewhat worried as to what they would do to his friend.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"None of your business, elf", the bandit spat. "You will get what's coming to you soon enough!" She turned around and faced a burly, male Nord with a beard like a rhododendron bush. "Manfred, look after this cretin."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Manfred grunted, seemingly incapable of speech. But then again he might have said something and it was just his ridiculous beard putting a damper on things. The woman dragged off with the Khajiit towards an unknown destination. She seemed to be both stern and violent enough that Daithi actually feared for the Khajiit's life. Maybe there would be some way to get out of this mess and save both of their lives? Somehow...

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Rashka was thrown into a chair, his hands still bound behind his back. He desperately needed to massage the places he had been struck as every bone in his face ached.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Khajiit won't look so pretty anymore if this keeps up", he lamented.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"I told you to be quiet!" the Nord woman demanded and slapped Rashka across the face. "Housecat..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Whenever he found himself to be in a position where he was being pushed around by a dangerous woman, he just pictured that it was Shabhira; her ample pair of breasts, her curvaceous form, the pitch black color of her fur and her long flowing hair, her blue eyes, her soft tail and thighs... and the vase she had smashed against his head those many years ago in Blacklight.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Heh heh heh..." he snickered as he imagined Shabhira in the Nord's place, all naked and with tits jiggling for the wind.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The Nord raised an eyebrow at the slobbering cat. "You enjoy this, do you?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"With a little imagination, everything is enjoyable to Rashka", he confirmed proudly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Oh?" The bandit suddenly began to approach a chest by the side of a nearby table, bending down to bring forth an arsenal of various devices and tools. Most likely they were tools of torture. "You like rough treatment, I take it?" the woman asked, her face as hard as marble, yet still beautiful.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Rashka didn't know what to reply. He didn't like where this was going. He wasn't really interested in mixing pain with carnal pleasures. But he feared for what would happen if he said no. Maybe she would kill him then and there on the spot? So he just nodded.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"I see", she said as she took up a shiny object of steel, vaguely resembling something between his own legs, but he didn't want to acknowledge it for fear of what she was going to do with it... or put it. "You like... punishment?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Rashka began to feel cold sweat building up underneath his fur. But once again he figured it was better to just comply with this crazy bitch's request than have his throat cut or have his cock chopped off by the root.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">A sadistic smile appeared on the woman's face as she turned around and began to approach him. "I am glad you are one of them."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">He feared at first that she would kill him either way, but then he noticed of how she removed the straps behind his back and then forcefully dragged him up from the chair and began to escort him over at the table.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">''Perhaps death would be preferable to what she has in store for Rashka with those objects? ''he reflected with a whimper as he came closer and closer to them. ''Maybe Rashka could grab one of them? Knock her out cold? Use that phallic device to lockpick the cell door? Anything! ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The bandit woman smiled cruelly as she first removed her helmet. "Well then", she said, before she all of a sudden dropped her pants for him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Rashka's lower jaw dropped at the same moment as he gazed upon her crotch, a bush growing wildly down there. She turned around and leaned over the table, looking back at him seductively. "Punish me."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Eh?" was all that Rashka could utter, still in a mix of shock and surprise.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"I deserve it", she said sternly with a stone face. "I've been a bad bandit. A bad woman. I deserve my punishment. I need my punishment."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Is she for real?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Uhm..." Rashka glanced over at her body. A soft rump pointing in his direction, ripe for the taking. He scratched the back of his head, not sure of what he was going to do. Was this a trick? This woman couldn't be serious, could she? She was in a most vulnerable position. He might've just as well killed her there and then and then escape.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"What are you waiting for?!" she growled. "Oh... I see what you are doing. You... you truly are a monster. A fiend. You are denying me my punishment, aren't you?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">What the fuck...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"What... do you... uhm... want Rashka to do here exactly?" he asked, looking around anxiously to make sure this wasn't a trap of some sort.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Stop playing games with me!" she whimpered. "Don't tease me! How can you be so cruel? You walk around with that big rod of yours and refuse to pay me my penalty. Am I that worthless to you? Please. I deserve everything that's coming to me."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Once Rashka understood that this woman was indeed serious he glanced over at the cell door. He could just... escape, but where was the fun in that? This woman was spreading her round cheeks for him like the gates of Aetherius, and who was he to deny her that pleasure?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Well... ye-yeah!" he said with hesitation, giving her a smack on her bottom, causing her to moan. "Yeah, you will get what's coming to you!"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Oooh, yes", she pleaded. "I do. I truly do."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"And... and guess what?!" Rashka teased as he leaned over her, quickly adapting to his new role, and founding he began to enjoy it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"What?" she panted.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"This one will come inside you as well."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Oh, please no", she pleaded in a tone that spoke lengths of feigned objection. "Anything but that! How could I ever show myself to the public again?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"You... you won't!" Rashka smirked and smacked her other buttcheek. "You will be Khajiit's toy! He will punish you day and night. He will be so rough with you that no other man will ever be able to please you again." She arched her back and moaned loudly as she felt his fingers enter her and his tongue licking the edges of her ear. "Ever", he whispered.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Aaah! Yes! I am so bad. I am beyond redemption! Punish me as you see fit!"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"That's the spirit", the Khajiit said, a feline grin appearing on his smug face as he positioned himself behind her. "By the time Rashka is through with you, you will not even be able to feel any future punishments he will hand out to you."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">And with that said he shoved his way into her waiting, eager folds...

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi struggled with his straps whenever the Nord wasn't looking. Whenever he moved he could feel the hard rocky ground chafing through his breeches, scratching against his legs. He needed to get out of here. He needed to save his friend and then either take down the Vice immediately, wherever the bandit was hiding, or call for reinforcement. This was one tricky mess they had gotten themselves into. Part of him wanted to smack the cat silly for all the trouble, while another part of him wanted to shake his hand for a fine adventure... and for a wonderful night with gorgeous women.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">''Shame they had to be bandit sympathizers... ''he thought.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">It turned out to be quite a tedious maneuver. Whenever the bearded Nord looked another way for as long as a couple of seconds, Daithi would work on the straps around his wrists, scratching them against the sharpened rocks behind his back, only to immediately stop and look idle and submissive whenever the guard looked at him. It wasn't an easy task, but after a couple of minutes he had managed to chew through one of the straps. Just one more and he would be able to sneak up on the guard with ease and take him out quietly before going on to save Rashka.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">After having endured "punishment" for almost an hour, Rashka finally decided it was time to pull out to stop and admire his handywork. He thrusted into the woman one last time, enjoying her whimpering, before he ejected himself, followed shortly by his own seed from her folds as if it wanted to follow him home.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Heh", he shrugged and smacked her over both her cheeks, causing her to shudder. "Looks like you've been filled enough, sweetness."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"N-no..." she blubbered. "I need more. Please, punish me more, master", she begged, wiggling with her cute tush in his direction.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">More?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"This one already came in you like five times, pretty", Rashka scoffed, beginning to feel a bit dizzy. His loins were aching as well. Thrusting in that position, leaning over a woman like that wasn't good for his legs. "You've received your just sentence."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"No... please... don't leave me just yet", she pleaded, turning around as she fell to her knees in front of him, clearly not having any strength left in them to support herself on. "I deserve so much more", she said. "Don't stop."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">''This woman is crazy... Rashka was taught not to stick his dick in crazy, so why is all this talk making him so hard?''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"See", she said, grabbing his hardening member. "You want it too."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">''Traitor! ''he cursed internally.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">He glanced around to make sure that no one was around. His instincts told him that he needed to be done with this insatiable bitch and get back to free Daithi, but with a firm hand around his cock how could he possibly refuse the offer to pound this gorgeous woman to Kingdom come?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"You want Rashka to be rough do you?" he snarled.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">She just nodded with excitement in her eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Fine then!" he exclaimed as he knelt down. With a vicious growl he ripped apart her top half armor, completely exposing her to him. He then grasped her inner thighs as he lifted her up and seated her upon his stiff member. "This one will punish you!"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"OOOH! GOOODS!" she wailed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The Khajiit marched over to the table with her and laid her down with her back against its surface as he once more began to work her soft body as he saw fit. And he would be lying if he said that he didn't enjoy every moment of it.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"What are you up to over there, Elven scum?" the Nord growled.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Oh shit...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Nothing. My back is itching, that's all", Daithi said, trying to follow through with his motion to make it appear as if he was genuinely in some sort of discomfort. But then again there was no need to be pretending. He had been seated like this for hours now, or at least it felt like it. He needed to get some of his joints moving lest he would get stiff. He missed Hilda. As treacherous wench as she had been, he missed her.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Well, I ain't scratching it for you", the Nord said. That was at least how Daithi interpreted it. The muffled voice through that beard made it rather hard to tell at times.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">When the Nord was looking another way, Daithi immediately resumed his work to liberate himself. He really began to worry about Rashka. He hadn't seen or heard anything from him since they had been separated. Maybe the Khajiit was already dead? He might have tried to seduce the bandit woman, whereas that had miserably failed and she had killed him for his insolence. She seemed to be pretty headstrong and easily offended.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">After a couple of more minutes he could finally feel the final strap loosen up and his hands were all of a sudden free behind his back. The sound of the strap snapping attracted the attention of the Nord.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"What was that?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Oh... ow..." Daithi groaned. "I think that was one of my tendons breaking."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"You ain't fooling me, Elf. What are you doing?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">I need to think of something clever, Daithi thought. If the Nord checked his bounds it would all be over.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Hey, look over there!" the Bosmer exclaimed and looked up at an outcropping shelf, overlooking the dome of the cave, presumably where they had taken Rashka.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">''Brilliant. Well done, Daithi. You really showed them. Oldest trick in the book.''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">From somewhere inside his own mind he could hear the faint sound of slow hand claps.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The Nord scoffed. "You ain't fooling me, Elf. How dumb do you think I am? I ain't looking behind me for shit."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">''This is bad... ''Daithi thought as the Nord began to approach him with a raised axe.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"FUUUCK!" the bandit woman screamed as she arched her back and climaxed in the exact moment as Rashka erupted in her once again.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The Khajiit groaned and collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily into her ear. It would take a lot of sex to break him, and this woman had truly proven to be a worthy adversary. His mind was drifting in all matter of places and he was feeling as if in a daze. He slipped out of her, almost falling headlong backwards hadn't it been for the nearby chair to catch him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Urgh..." he grumbled, feeling completely sapped of both energy, seed and mental capacity. "This one is done 'punishing'."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The woman didn't reply. Her sweaty naked chest heaving up and down frantically, desperately trying to catch her breath. Between her legs there was a mess mixed of seed and sweat. It didn't look particularly enticing and Rashka had no intention to return there. He was done here.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">He stumbled up on two legs only to collapse again against a wall. "Heh, this is..." he panted and wiped some sweat from his forehead. "... this is rather exhausting actually."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The woman didn't reply, and he couldn't say that he blamed her. He was barely capable of speech himself. Judging from her rugged breath however, he could tell that she wouldn't be able to speak or think properly for one or two days. He gazed out from an opening in the cave wall, assuming this was the only exit if the cell door was guarded. He had no intention of getting caught buck naked... again...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">He would find Daithi, then he would find the Vice, bring the bandit to justice and then return to Riverwood to claim his just reward. Some cold winds blew in through the hollow cave, causing him to shudder. The warmth of the bandit woman had begun to leave him, and a part of him just wanted to return to her boiling, sweaty embrace. He clenched his teeth together as he hung from the outside of the outcropping and began to scale the wall, looking for a safe passage down.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"What the...?" Daithi murmured as he all of a sudden saw Rashka emerge from the outcropping in the distance.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The Khajiit was completely in the nude and judging from his appearance he looked as if he had been through hell and back. Only the gods knew what horrors that woman had exposed him to.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Any last words?" the Nord growled as he loosened his axe from his belt.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"You really need to look behind you", Daithi said, truthfully this time.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"And I am telling you to quit baiting me like that, Elf. You seriously expect me to fall for that old 'look behind you' trick? Don't make me laugh!"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"No, I am serious. You really need to check behind you."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Why don't you just shut the hell up and I might just kill you quickly instead?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Rashka slipped in the background, hanging onto a protruding rock, expressing his mishap vocally with a rather vulgar curse word. It wasn't everyday you saw a naked Khajiit showing his huge goods to a cave full of bandits completely unaware of the rare sight soaring above their heads just a couple of yards above their heads.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"I am telling you right now", Daithi insisited. "You are going to miss something really important! I am being sincere! This is the sight of the century!" The Bosmer assumed that if he really pushed the subject, perhaps the Nord would be inclined as to just glance over his shoulder and notice Rashka.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">It seemed to work as the Nord raised an eyebrow. "So you are telling me that if I look behind me there will be something truly amazing there?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Yes! You must!"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"And this isn't by any chance just a trick in which where I turn around and there's nothing there, and then when I am turning back you will knock me unconscious?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"No, I am honest! You must look! This isn't something you see everyday!"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The Nord sighed and rolled with his eyes. "Fine. But I am telling you that if..." As he turned around he became aware of the snow white and well-hung Khajiit high up above him, showing off his ass as he struggled to get a steady grip of the cave wall.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Huh, what do you know?" the Nord shrugged. "You were right. This isn't something you see everyday..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi took a swift opportunity to then knock the guard senseless from behind, keeping true to his promise. He then checked around to make sure that there wasn't any other bandits on patrol. The rest of them seemed to be in the caves below them, blissfully unaware of the naked Khajiit just above them. Daithi took the guard's weapon and then waited for Rashka to climb down with a slight stumble to his step.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Rashka is... here. He is here now. Yes."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"You alright?" Daithi asked. "You are looking rather..." He intended to eye the Khajiit from top to toe, but decided to stop halfways at his waist. "... worn out."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Yes", Rashka panted.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"What did she do to you?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">You should ask what Rashka did to her...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Oh, it was... it was a nightmare. Rashka barely got out of there alive. She is down for the count however. She won't be coming after us. This one made sure of that."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Right", Daithi said, not sure whether this needed more inquiry. But he was glad as long as the Khajiit was alive and that they both got out of there with their lives intact. "We need to look for the armoury where they took our stuff. Or do you intend to swing your huge junk in their faces till they die?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Huh?" Rashka still seemed to be not quite all there yet.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Nevermind", Daithi sighed. "Let's just find that armoury. We need to arm ourselves, take out the rest of these goons and then go straight for the Vice."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Rashka just nodded and shook himself awake.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The pair proceeded then to carefully scale the walls of the cave system, bypassing patrolling guards with stealth and guile. An easy task considering the lack of clothing on them both. Daithi only had his breeches while Rashka wore nothing at all. Wearing armour would've given them away easily. They orientated their way through the narrow hallways until they reached what they could only assume to be a storage of some sorts. Daithi breathed out in relief as he saw his armour intact. He motioned for the Khajiit to enter and they both dressed up. The only item Rashka seemed particularly fond of having restored to him was a set of curved daggers with handles of mammoth bone.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Something of sentimental value?" Daithi asked.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Rashka's father gave them to him", the Khajiit explained. "They are a sweet memory of better times."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi gave the man a nod of respect and understanding. "Let's make sure that better times will come again", he said. "Not only for ourselves, but for civilians as well; by ending the Vice's reign of terror."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Yes, then we can reap the reward."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi cocked his head. "I thought the bounty didn't interest you?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"It doesn't", Rashka shrugged.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"I don't see what kind of reward that..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"This one has already told you several times that this is not about money."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Then I don't know what you are..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"ALARM!" someone shouted from outside the armoury.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Presumably someone who had found the knocked out guard or the woman who had endured Rashka's 'punishment'.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Dammit!" Daithi cursed and crept up to the door. "Rashka, you go on ahead!" he hissed. "You are stealthier than I am. Go and seize the Vice while I hold them off! Take the bandit leader as a hostage! That will cause them to lower their arms."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Khajiit is on it", Rashka instructed with a nod, sneaking out through the doorway and scurry about in the shadows up a dirty ridge, dust trailing his soft footsteps.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">He began to feel his vigor returning to him. It wouldn't be long now before he was able to fight properly. In the distance he could hear bandits approaching. He needed to be swift. He silently slipped in through a crack in the cave wall when he heard people approaching in the direction he was heading.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"They say the prisoners are loose", one of the bypassing bandit women said, as Rashka overheard them from his dark nook.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"How the hell did that happened?" another woman asked.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"One of them knocked down Olaf while the other fucked Gitte silly."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Really?! Would very much like to meet the latter. He can fuck me silly anytime."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"I think it was the Bosmer, though I am not sure."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">''Daithi?! ''Rashka was on the verge of hopping out from his hiding place and show these ladies a thing or two that would prove their statement otherwise. But he needed to remain calm and restrain himself from doing anything stupid. He needed to take out the Vice. If he could take their leader as a hostage, they would have to surrender. But then again they were bandits and maybe couldn't give two shits about what happened to their leader. From what he had heard so far though, it seemed that the Vice was someone to be both feared and respected, so maybe they would back down if he made it clear that the bandit leader had been captured. He just hoped that Daithi would be able to handle all these bandits coming his way by himself until he could subdue the Vice.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Once the last bandit group had wandered past him, he made his way out of his secret hiding place and continued on his path to a big door, made from the surface of an oak table with some iron hinges slapped on for good measure. He gently opened the door and and snuck in. This had to be the Vice's hideout. He could tell judging by the luxury. Not even the ordinary bandits had a chamber of their own. The dinner table had lit candles with a meal fit for royalty. Some carpets of Elsweyr design, most likely plundered from Khajiit caravans were rolled out on the dirty cavern floor. There was an entire trove of weapons claimed from would-be heroes or stripped of the corpses of fallen soldiers. There was an entire casket of Shadowbanish wine standing in a corner entirely by itself, not to mention crates upon crates filled with gold coins.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Rashka felt tempted to fill his pockets with all things that could fit. There was a finely carved bureau of pine, a shelf filled with various perfumes, a mannequin wearing an iron harness... with breasts...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The Khajiit cocked his head in confusion as his mind began to wander. Then he saw it. Deep within the cave chamber there was steam rising up, lit up by the candles that were carefully placed all around the room to spread as much light, warmth and comfort as possible. The steam rose up from a metal tub where he saw a shape taking a bath. A young Bosmer woman, reclining with the back of her head towards him. She rose up from the water, exposing her gentle curves as water dropped down from every crevice and bulging shape her body had to offer.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Rashka cursed internally as he once more felt something come to life underneath his studded armor.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The beautiful woman didn't seem to take notice of him, but it was obvious that she was distressed, having heard the alarm. "Bloody prisoners", she lamented. "Can't even take a bath without any of those morons letting their guard down."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">When she was standing right next to a crate filled with various pieces of clothing, he approached and rose up menacingly behind her. He pulled out his dagger and put it in front of her jugular.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"One sudden move and you are dead, sweetness", Rashka said, although the threat was empty. There was no way he would harm such a beautiful creature. His cock would never forgive him if he did.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">She gasped and slowly turned around, keeping her throat close to his dagger as a sign that she meant to follow suit. "How... how did you get in here?! How did you get past my guards?!"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Your guards?" Rashka raised an eyebrow. "You? You are the Vice?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Y-yeah!" the young woman squeaked anxiously, eyeing his dagger waringly. She had such a sweet and non-hostile voice that he would have burst out laughing if he wasn't struggling to make sense of the situation.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"You are the Vice?!" he repeated as if he demanded confirmation. "But... but you are like what... nineteen?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"I am twenty actually!" she growled defiantly, covering her breasts and slit with her hands.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"How the hell can a twenty-year-old run a bandit crew?!" Rashka exclaimed, still confused over the situation.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"You'd be surprised at the things you can get away with when you are a pretty face", she said with a sour expression, clearly not pleased that this prisoner had managed to get free and now had her under his control... in her worst possible condition. "I just wanted some pretty things, but I don't have any money. So I easily swayed some men and women with just a wink of my eye and they were more than happy to provide."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Rashka chuckled. "Listen, kiddo. You can't just rob and take people hostage like that just because you want something. And right now there is a hefty bounty on your precious little head? This one hopes that you are well aware of that."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The Bosmer girl looked away with an expression of shame on her face. "I... I know. So that's what you are here for then? To kill me? Cut off my head and bring back to the authorities for a pouch of gold? You disgust me."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Tsk tsk", Rashka smacked with his lips. He found himself eyeing her and liked what he saw, for what he was able to see hadn't she covered herself up to the best of her abilities. She was shorter than the average Bosmer which made him feel like a giant in comparison, towering above her. Her long, wet hair was the color of dirt blonde. Though she didn't have the large breasts he preferred, they were definitely ample enough for him to find visually appealing. And even though she had covered up her crotch he could see small tufts of blonde pubic hair behind her fingers. Just looking at her made his heart race faster. He could tell just by looking at her that this girl was way in over her head, and that she definitely didn't deserve death. A mischievous idea began to form in his head.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Listen, sweetie", he said, leaning over her. "This one finds no pleasure in killing. It said on your wanted poster, albeit it was missing your pretty face, that they wanted you dead or alive. Meaning that they will kill you even if Rashka brings you back to the authorities."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"I... I know that", she said, fear grasping her voice.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"However, Rashka has an idea for an arrangement that will get us both what we want. Rashka will have his reward and you will serve your time behind bars instead  of having your sweet little head cut from its stem."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">She regarded him cautiously, slightly leaning back against a wooden beam as he leaned closer. "What... what do you mean? What exactly is it that you propose?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The Khajiit's hand began to softly caress her body. "Oh, this one thinks you know..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Though the young woman didn't shy away, she definitely seemed rather timid and shy. She blushed as she felt his touch to her naked skin. "But... but I..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Come now. Rashka will even put away his weapons as a sign of well-meaning. Trust Khajiit. If he wanted to kill you, he'd have done it while you were bathing."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"It's... it's not that!" she objected. "I have just... never..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Rashka smirked. "A maiden, eh? Don't worry. Rashka has had plenty of maidens before. He is very well experienced."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The Vice swallowed hard. "I... I don't know what to do", she said. "You are gonna have to show me, but..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"But what?" Rashka grinned his triangular grin as he swept in closer, eager to remove his armor already.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"I fail to see why making love to me would secure my life?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Oh, trust Rashka", he replied as he began to remove his studded armor, standing completely naked and towering above her. "Khajiit knows his ways. He is a very virile cat. This one will whisper it to you while we are as one."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The Vice whimpered as she gazed upon his hairy, athletic form, his furry chest, and the monster between his legs. "There's no way I can take that thing!" she said. "It's enormous."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Rashka put a comforting hand behind her back, tracing it all the way down to fondle her buttcheeks. "And that's why Khajiit will teach you how to take it. As he said, he is very well experienced."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The Vice blushed and whimpered once again as the Khajiit approached her.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Get that Elven bastard!" a Nord woman shouted as she commanded her group to attack Daithi. She received a harsh glare from one of her comrades, a Dunmer woman. "Sorry, Iryna", she said sheepishly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi didn't like this situation. He felt distracted. They were far too many and he never enjoyed being in a fight with women. He tried to be as gentle as possible, but when it was clear that his life was at stake, he threw his punches away to make sure that not a single one of them were able to cut him down. He threw himself over the head of another to avoid a lethal blunt from an axe before viciously kicking her in the back, sending her flying towards her colleagues. They all ended up in a pile of moans and groans which he was sure that a certain cat he knew might've been able to find arousing... possibly himself as well, but that was beside the point.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"He mustn't reach the Vice!" another said as she charged the Bosmer with a drawn sword.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Nice try, cupcake", Daithi said with a bold swagger as he danced past her blade, put his arm in front of her throat and stopped her dead in her tracks as she fell headlong backwards to the ground with a thud and a whimper.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Little did these deadly wenches know that the Vice was probably engaged in a battle of life and death with Rashka. They had already lost, they just didn't realise it. He danced around them a couple of more times and swung his fists with ease, knocking them down one by one. He felt a bit sorry for doing so. Once he was sure that he had taken out the whole crew and that there was no one left to surprise him from around the corner he began to make his way up through the hallways, looking for the Khajiit. He was wondering why he hadn't showed up? That would have made the struggle so much easier if the bandits saw their leader captured and decided to surrender, instead of putting up a fight that might have very well cost him his life.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">He finally reached a custom made wooden door leading into a cavern filled with steam, most likely from a hot bath. And from somewhere within the soft candlelighting he could hear moans and grunts, one from a young woman and the other from a very horny bastard.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Nngh!" Rashka groaned. "You are so fucking tight! Rashka can barely get halfway inside! Is this why they call you the Vice?!"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The woman screamed in a mix of pain and pleasure as the Khajiit thrusted upwards, skewering her on his member as he pinned her back against the wooden beam behind her. "Sh-shut up!" she moaned. "My... Ah! My name is Andraliaaaah!" She buried her fingers into her back and locked her loins around his hips.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi just stood there in shock and disbelief. "Are you fucking kidding me right now?!" he exclaimed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Rashka panted and ceased his frantic thrusting as he turned his face to meet the livid gaze of Daithi. As soon as their eyes meet, Rashka held his head a bit lower as if he was expecting a punch.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Why did you stop?" the Vice, seemingly named Andralia asked as she peered up over Rashka's shoulder. As soon as she became aware of the stranger watching them, she blushed and cowered behind the Khajiit's chest.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi didn't honestly know what else to expect from the Khajiit, especially since the Vice had turned out to be a Bosmer woman in her early twenties. And now he found them both buck naked with the Khajiit pounding away at her with her back against a wooden beam. The size differences was almost in comparison to that of a whale humping a minnow.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Here he had been risking his life to keep bloodthirsty bandits at bay only to find Rashka fucking their boss. Though Daithi felt that he should be mad, he realised that they had already won and that it was all over.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Nevermind", Daithi groaned and turned around. "Just finish this up quickly. I will go outside and see if I can find the closest guard patrol to bring all of these bandits behind bars."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Rashka's companion slammed the poorly made door shut behind him, leaving the pair alone and panting. Andralia giggled and stroke her hands over Rashka's mane. "You want to continue?" she asked, breathing heavily. "It doesn't hurt as much anymore."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Hm? Oh, yes of course", Rashka said, swiftly recovering from the awkward pause. He would need to explain himself sooner or later to Daithi. He adjusted his grip around her thighs and pushed forward again, causing her to whimper again and clampen down on him. "Argh", he groaned. "Rashka is pretty close though, sweetness. You sure you can take this one's seed, girl? You're gonna have to if Rashka's plan to get you out of this alive mess is gonna work out."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Ah, yes. I... I can take it!"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Rashka buried his face in her chest and clenched his teeth together as his climax became a fact. Not too long after he erupted inside of her with a roar of relief, followed by her orgasmic scream of pleasure.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi was perhaps a bit displeased, but he wasn't mad. Rashka was... a character indeed, and as such had his own ways to deal with matters. No one had gotten hurt after all, save for the bandits whom Daithi had taken care of. They were all taken away to be put in the closest dungeon once the guards of the hold came en route to Embershard mine.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Rashka emerged from the dark depths followed by the young Bosmer.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">''The Vice... ''Daithi reflected. Nothing more than a name to sound relevant and dangerous. In truth she was just a spoiled brat who battered her eyelashes at people to commit crimes for her. To bring her all the good things in life she otherwise couldn't afford. Rashka's cock however, she had received for free.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">She came stumbling out in a simple dress, with blossoming cheeks and a dazed smile, barely able to walk a straight line. Daithi didn't know if he should feel sorry for her. Looking at her slim build and knowing just how well-endowed the Khajiit was, it was hard not to understand why she would walk as if someone had replaced the bones in her legs with iron crutches.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">A guard captain with a patrol awaited the girl outside. "The Vice. For the crimes committed against the people of Whiterun hold, you are to be taken to the dungeons of Dragonsreach and there await your trial of death. What do you have to say to your defense?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The girl looked as if she was about to say something, until Rashka intervened with a soft smile. "This woman will not be charged with death, captain."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Why is that?" the captain groaned, looking unfavourably upon the smirking cat.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi also looked a bit perplexed, wondering just what Rashka had done this time.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"This woman can't be executed, because she is 'pleading her belly'", Rashka instructed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"> Daithi just closed his eyes and sighed. Of course...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The captain raised an eyebrow curiously as he observed the Bosmer woman. "Huh."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Who in their right mind in Skyrim would not just put an expecting mother to the headsman's axe, but her unborn child as well? Rashka might just return home. This frozen wasteland is filled with naught but barbarians. Far too uncivilized for this one's taste."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The captain smacked with his lips and swayed with his head irritably from side to side. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Fine. You are right. We can't execute an expecting woman. We are not monsters, but she still has a sentence to serve. And it might be a long one, considering the amount of crimes her goons have committed on her behalf."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Oh, sure", Rashka said. "Khajiit would never stand in the way to obstruct justice. She needs to be punished."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Rashka will never be able to say that word again without being reminded of that weird mine...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Rashka..." Andralia said, moving closer to the Khajiit in order to embrace him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">And the Khajiit complied, hugging her tightly as he cheekily squeezed her round buttocks. Without anyone but Daithi taking notice he slipped something down into the pockets of her dress. "This one trusts you know how to lockpick, sweetness?" he whispered softly in her ear.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Andralia looked at him with big eyes, smiling tenderly followed by a short nod.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Seek this one out", he said inaudibly, forming the words with his lips. "That'll be all, captain", he finished with a content smile.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The Nord captain snorted, clearly suspecting foul play, but nevertheless he motioned at his comrades to escort the Bosmer woman away. As she followed with them though, she kept looking dreamily at Rashka.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Such a sweet girl, he thought. ''A little too loud perhaps. Gonna have to remedy that the next time we meet.''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The captain signaled to one of his men to bring forth a pouch of gold. "I guess this goes to you then", he said, dumping the gold in Rashka's arms. "For capturing the Vice."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Rashka just scoffed and tossed the gold over to Daithi, causing both the Bosmer and the guard captain to look upon the Khajiit with wonder and confusion.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"This one has already told you, Daithi", Rashka shrugged. "It never was about the gold." He turned to meet the captain. "Tell this one, captain. Will the roads be safe from herenow on? Safe enough for the children to play outside as to not disturb their mothers while they are having visitors?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">The captain seemed to be in utter confusion concerning such a strange question. "I... guess so?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">"Good!" the Khajiit grinned as he began to wander down the hills, heading back to Riverwood. "Farewell to you, Daithi. Hope you spend that gold wisely, this one has a miller's wife to churn some cream with!"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Daithi just stood there as the sun warmed his back and a gentle breeze caught his hair, looking after the strange Khajiit as he disappeared down the road, singing naughty songs about a female Dunmer pirate captain and her crew entirely composed of men. He didn't know what to make of Rashka the Bastard. He smiled and chuckled though, tossing the pouch of gold into the air before catching it. He would consider Rashka a very good friend, and he knew that they would more than likely meet again, whether he wanted to or not.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Such seemed to be the fate with this Khajiit anyhow...

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