Far From Warmer Sands [LazyKitsune]

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Name: Kharaya
Race: Khajiit
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Background: Kharaya's childhood was spent being traded and sold off from master to master, beginning when her own mother pawned her off for some skooma and moon sugar. Kharaya learned to stay quiet and disappear when to avoid her current master's displeasure, and to obey quickly and swiftly when commanded to do something. It wasn't until she was of age and her beauty started to develop did her value start to grow in the eyes of her owners. She was put to work as an exotic dancer in parlour houses and skooma dens, drawing in customers and keeping them entertained while they awaited service. It wasn't long before she was offered up for more personal services at a higher cost.

She didn't mind this new role as much as she initially thought she would. Though her partners were occasionally rough and belittling, it was nothing she wasn't used to from years of abuse at the hands of various masters. At least now she had just as likely a chance of being paired up with someone that would praise and compliment her. But what made it worth it was the stories these travellers would often tell. Whether the tales of a veteran adventure, or the woven stories of a boastful drunk looking to impress the whore milking his cock, Kharaya was enthralled by their words, trying to picture all the exotic lands and wild and varied cultures and people they would discuss. She dreamed of being able to travel more freely and experience all these distant lands herself.

Then one day she caught the attention of a man that saw greater potential in her than as just a dancer and whore. A travelling merchant, and head of multiple trading caravans, that spent the night he paid for with her talking to her just as much as fucking her. The next day Kharaya was surprised to find the merchant placing an offer on buying her services permanently. Kharaya's current owner made sure to make as much coin from the exchange as they could, despite buying Kharaya for scarce little in the first place. A fortune greater than she had ever seen exchanged hands and Kharaya found herself on a journey to distant northern lands.

Though along the way she regularly warmed the bed of the merchant, what she didn't expect was the training he provided as well. He would have her often sit in while he made deals. At first he thought she was wanted there to be appealing and draw in customers, but after each transaction the merchant asked her questions about what she noticed, encouraging her to pay more attention to these exchanges. Eventually he would begin turning to her during a negotiation and asking what she would do next. The merchant always already knew his next move, but grew more and more impressed with Kharaya's answers. Eventually he let her take over bartering from time to time, observing her work.

One day, he took her aside and offered her a deal of her own. He had already invested a great deal of coin into her, and was prepared to invest more to have her supplied with her own caravan to begin travelling and trading like the other khajiit she had come to Skyrim with. She could manage her own affairs and go where she wished, as long as she made sure to check in with himself or the other caravans working under him every so often and offer up his share of her earnings. Should she pay off the investment he had made into her already, then she would be freed from her current contract, and he would invite her to negotiate a more equal and fair contract with her if she wanted to continue their business partnership. It was more than anything she could have hoped for, and she eagerly took him up on this offer.

Perks:
Eye for Detail: Kharaya has a good eye for appraising the value of treasures and goods, as well as noticing fine details that others may overlook.
Beautiful Entertainer: With her grace and beautiful looks, Kharaya knows how to captivate a crowd and hold someone's attention, even if their eyes won't always be on her own.
Sexually Gifted: Kharaya was more than just a whore. She was an extremely talented whore. Helped by the fact that she enjoys what she does, she's very good at pleasing others and catering to their sexual desires. This is particularly useful for helping convince people of her views, or just having a good time with someone she likes.
Silent Help: Though she isn't particularly aware of this skill of hers, she has learned to be exceptionally quiet when around danger. For avoiding punishments when masters where in a bad mood during her servant days, to listening in on the intricate negotiations while travelling with the merchant, Kharaya knows how to stay quiet enough to almost disappear.
Flaws:
Innocent Naivety: Kharaya always wanted to believe every word of those stories her old patrons used to tell her. That same wishful thinking hasn't left her. Her first instinct is to always believe things she wants to be true, unless she can plainly see it isn't. Caution is something she will need to learn while she's currently too infatuated with the idea of wonder and discovery.
Martially Inept: Kharaya has no combat training, and isn't particularly strong. Her best attempt at fighting would be akin to flailing her arms about uselessly. She needs to rely on others to win her fights for her.
Housetrained: Being raised in servitude has left obedience and subservience both second nature to Kharaya. She often becomes meek in the face of particularly commanding individuals.

Turn Ons: Sub/dom play, drunk / drugged sex, coercion, tricked into sexual situations, humiliation, hypnosis
Turn Offs: Gore, vore, scat, pedo, insects/arachnids, egg laying.

The sun rises on your caravan, and with it comes the first day of your brand new life. It had been hard to believe, at first, that your master-turned-business associate had wished to honor you with a venture all your own. You had known Yahzin to be a generous lover, but to think his generosity extended to matters of commerce was another thing entirely. He must have seen something in you, beyond your beauty and your skills as a courtesan, and that thought filled you with pride and excitement as you rose and prepared for the day. If Yahzin believed you were capable of running your own caravan, then you just had to prove him, and everyone else, right. As you straighten your clothes our and prepare to meet the morning chill of Skyrim, you're met by the smell of a cook fire. Pushing through the flap of your hide tent, you're met with the sight of your companions. The everyone else that you would be proving yourself to.

Chief among them is Kharjan, one of Yahzin's close business associates. A veteran of the trade, you were told that he had actually retired from mercantile work years before Yahzin had even bought you. But even as he enjoyed the wealth of a long, lucrative career in the warm sands of Elswyr, he grew restless. To hear him joke, he simply couldn't put up with his wife and numerous children any longer, but you could tell that wasn't the truth of the matter. After a life spent on the road, he had grown to miss it, and so when he contacted Yahzin, looking to dip his paws back into the trade, he was directed to you. An old hand with nothing to prove and little to gain, he could gently advise you when you needed direction and help keep track of the logistics while you settled into your role. He was also quite the conversationalist, and had a way of soothing the worries of others with a few well-placed words.

The cook fire was of his making, and he flashes you his roguish smile as he sees you exit your tent. The years have brought streaks of grey to his fur, and the folds of his eyes crinkle when he grins, but he's a handsome old cat none-the-less.

"Ahh, I knew this would stir you from your slumber. None can resist Kharjan's apple cakes in the morning. Not even the big one, with the not so happy face," He nods towards another member of your impromptu company; Bakhum, your bodyguard.

Like yourself, Bakhum once served Yahzin himself, acting as hired muscle to protect his various caravans on their long journeys across the world. A tall, broad, and powerful Pahmar-raht, you're told he is a ferocious warrior, and you know from experience he is an equally ferocious lover, though never so careless as to leave more than a very pleasant ache in the after math. Perhaps more importantly, he is a trustworthy follower. While his foul-temper and stoic demeanor leave his companionship much to be desired, you can depend on him to lay his life on the line in the pursuit of his duty to see you and the others return safely home when the circuit is done. He grunts at Kharjan from his position at the edge of camp, where he polishes a long, curved blade of gleaming malacite, his prized possession.

The final member materializes at the sound of Kharjan's voice, appearing from a tent nearer to your own. A slim, fair thing by the name of Ranabi, and the only other woman among your number. To hear it told, she was an amateur merchant herself, and after losing a shipment of fine wine, found herself indebted to Yahzin. He figured that, being new to the trade herself, pairing her with you would do you some good, as you could bond over your shared inexperience. Despite having a year or two on you in the trade, she seems even more nervous than you, evidenced by the fact she waves a ledger towards you on her approach.

"We have to make good progress today if we're going to beat other caravans to Whiterun. They've a festival coming up, which means drinking in abundance; we can offload that cask of Alto and our clove. The Nords love clove in their spiced wine." As usual, her words fire off almost as quickly as her thoughts, but Kharjan chimes in before she can begin planning a whole itinerary in the space between breaths.

"There will be time for this after breakfast, hm? Never make plans before a meal. You don't think half so good on an empty stomach."

[Lazy Kitsune]

This one's nose twitches at the smell of food being cooked from outside. A warm welcome to the day to come. Kharaya smiles seeing Kharjan over by the fire. It is a comfort to her that such a wise and experienced Khajiit would be joining this one on her journey. She has a lot to prove, no, and very little help to do so. Each of Kharaya's allies will be of great support in the time ahead, but perhaps Kharjan most of all with his trading experience. This one approaches the fire to sit near its warmth as she acknowledges her travelling companion. "Good morning, Kharjan. This one looks forward to taste them." Kharaya licks her lips in anticipation as she awaits the meals completion.

Kharaya turns to Bakhum at Kharjan's gesture. Though the large Khajiit offers little gesture in response to Kharjan's words, Kharaya offers her own warm greeting to him as well. She cannot help it, this one feels warm and fuzzy at his sight. "Good morning to you too, Bakhum. This one is looking forward to travelling with you. Khajiit can always do with warm, friendly company in such a cold and dangerous land, yes?"

This one's attention is taken to Ranabi, arriving last with her usual nerves about her. This is understandable. Kharaya also feels a great deal of unease about travelling away from Yahzin for the first time. Though at least the nervous energy helps keep Ranabi productive. She should also try to breathe and relax. Khajiit would not make good impression to buyers if too stressed out.

"Ranabi, sit beside Kharaya, yes? Let Khajiit discuss it with room to breathe between words. Otherwise Ranabi and Kharaya will be dizzy and tired before even a bottle is sold." This one pats the spot beside her. She tries not to let the way she speaks get to her. This one is not as educated as the others, not as used to dealing with Men and Mer in the same way as they are. Adjusting to a new dialect has been difficult, though this one will try to learn.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Ranabi, though fretful as ever, is convinced by the combination of both your and Kharjan's words. She settles down by the fire beside you, carefully folding her ledger and tucking it away beneath the folds of her dress. Though she's clearly still worried about the schedule, there must be some truth to the old cat's words; even she seems quite interested in the neat little cakes sizzling away atop the pan the elder merchant carefully shimmies. It is a strange smell, but pleasant, and fragrant with spices. You were told that the Nords of Skyrim and the Khajiit of Elsweyr had many differences in both look and culture, but one thing they did share in common was a love for sweets. Apple cakes were sure to please, if that was the case.

"Sorry, I'm just... worried. The less time we spend laden with goods on these roads, the better. You've heard the rumors. You know it isn't going to be safe for much longer." Though she has slowed her words enough to be appreciated, she is still notably edgy. You can't help but wonder whether or not she would benefit from partaking in a little moon sugar; you know from the way she speaks that she was foreign to the customs of her ancestral home, and it stood to reason that she also was foreign to its comforts.

"Our life is never safe, no? Kharjan has wandered the roads since before you were a cub. He knows of the danger. But where there is danger, there is great profit. Young Kharaya knows this. She has spent much time with dangerous men."

You get the notion of just who he's referencing by the way his devil's grin tugs ever wider at Bakhum's approach. The hefty warrior has since sheathed his blade, and wandered to the campfire to join you. He seats himself to your side opposite Ranabi, and though he doesn't deign to give Kharjan a response, the way he looks at you, with a subtle affection, at least proves that he also feels a certain comfort in your presence.

"This one protects, no matter the danger," He rumbles, his accent as heavy as the arms he rests upon his folded knees, "None will harm Khajiit while Bakhum yet lives."

"Well, that's all fine and good against bandits and ice wraiths, but what if the war kicks off? A proper war? With armies and sieges and battles?" Ranadi is quick to ask, although you get the idea that it's not just a rhetorical: she's actually worried about the plan of action.

"Then, we stop selling wine and clove, and start selling arrows and axes, yes? It is like Kharjan says; danger is good for profits." As he speaks, the older male scoops one of the fried cakes off the fat-laden pan and deposits it onto a small wooden plate. He offers it to you, and once you've taken it, fetches a small pot of honey from beside the cook fire for you to add. He then begins to serve the others.

"What say you, hmm? Kharjan falls easy into old ways, but this caravan is not his. What does Kharaya, caravan-queen-to-be, think to sell her wares?"

[Lazy Kitsune]

The sweet fragrance of Kharjan's apple cakes delighted this one's nose as she breathed in the air around the cook fire. Kharaya's stomach awoke to a morning's hunger that she was eager to fill, but the food smelled like it would taste as well as it sated. Ranabi's nerves still clearly weighed on her, so Kharaya rests a hand softly against her back to give her a reassuring rub. "Try to focus less on all that things that might go wrong. Khajiit cannot control every obstacle on the road. Ranabi has friends here with her to help with what troubles she will find. This one thinks Ranabi's talents would be put to better use considering what opportunities may await her in the future."

Kharaya's ears twitch as Bakhum approaches. This one feels her face flush as he sits beside her. The only flavour that appeals more to Kharaya at this moment than that of Kharjan's apple cakes is the memory of Bakhum's taste. This one would lie to say his presence did not leave her weak in places. His words did much more than sooth the nerves of Kharaya.

Kharaya graciously accepts the offering of food from Kharjan, shaken from her dreaming. She savours its sweetness, letting out soft moans as she eats. With her mouth clear of food, she lifts her head to answer the question posed.

"Hmm... This one thinks it would be wise to change with the times. If the markets change, then restocking will be necessary. Khajiit have no part in this war, there is no reason for Nords to attack Khajiit. To stay to safe paths, perhaps Khajiit should spend time listening to travellers talk about the roads they travel on. If the news is too troubling this one will consider hiring more help, but this one is confident in Bakhum's talents."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Kharjan gives you an approving nod as you state your intentions. It's as good a reassurance as any, given his experience in matters of trade.

"It is a good plan. Kharjan once had a circuit all his own through the land of the Nords. Whiterun, Riften, Eastmarch, Dawnstar. Safe roads, if Kharjan passed coin to the right hands. The price of doing business. Perhaps we will see the way of things in Whiterun, yes? Kharjan may still have old friends behind strong walls."

The combination of your gentle hand and the taste of a well honeyed apple cake seemed to at least bring the high-strung Ranabi level enough. As she licks a few stray droplets of the pale gold nectar from her claws, she nods.

"I spent a few days at Whiterun not long ago. They won't let us sell our wares inside the walls, but they'll usually let you in during the day if you come as a lone traveler. I'm sure we could try finding out exactly how bad it's gotten between holds when we get there."

It wasn't much of a surprise that Bakhum had finished his cake in record time. Had he wanted to, he likely could have taken it all in one bite with the size of his maw. But, he seemed content to eat slowly, and enjoy the presence of the group... or, at least, your presence. You were well accustomed to being an object of desire, and so it was not hard to tell that sweet sound of your voice, moaning in contentment from the flavor of your meal, had piqued his interest. The tension between the two of you must have been obvious to at least Kharjan, given his comments. Perhaps working it all out before you got too far into your travels would be good for the both of you; if nothing else, it would help your valiant protector focus all the better on his job, no longer pent up and wanting as you knew such virile males tended to be.

"Give Kharjan some time to clean, and we will go at young Kharaya's behest, hm? We journey at her whim."

The others nod their consent. Ranabi excuses herself to ensure the inventory is prepared for transit, and Bakhum rises to his full height, giving you a longing look all the while before heading back towards the edge of camp to continue his watch. The time of departure remained yours to decide.

[Lazy Kitsune]

"That is good to hear. Kharaya is most grateful of the opportunity Yahzin has given her, and wishes most dearly to prove his investment was worthy to him. And to Kharaya's travelling companions. It is comforting to this one that she has Kharjan's wise and experienced words to help guide her. Comforting that you all are here. Kharaya could not wish for better company on this trail." With that said, Kharaya returns to finishing her meal. Kharaya did not moan with intent to tease, displaying her enjoyment came naturally to her and many a suitor had pointed out her sweet moans and voice as being what drew their attention in the first place. So Kharaya would let out more satisfied noises as she finished her meal before realising the impact she may have had on Bakhum, who would be familiar for a very different way to make those noises.

With the call to leave left to this one's decision, Kharaya nods as she stands and neatens out her dress. "Thankyou Kharjan. This one considers it wise to leave us time to digest before we start walking. Though not too long, Khajiit should make as much use of the daylight as possible. Make sure your belongings are gathered, we go in no longer than an hour."

With that said and the Khajiit dispersing, Kharaya feels drawn to her silent guardian at the edge of the camp. She stands beside him, clasping her palms together as she brushes her shoulder against his arm. "How did you find the meal, Bakhum? This one thought it delightfully sweet. Is it the sort of meal you would like to enjoy more of? Kharaya was thinking she may ask Kharjan for his recipe."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

As you approach, Bakhum's eyes turn from the horizon they had been scanning to you, his golden hues drinking you in. You had only ever known him to be a warrior, and while you didn't quite know who or what he had been before picking up a blade and taking to the roads, he certainly carried himself like the lifelong soldiers who had found comfort in your warm embrace over the years. He must find a level of comfort even in your company, as the tension in his huge shoulders seems to slacken as you brush yourself against him. It is a good feeling, to provide some small relief to others, even putting aside thoughts of your shared couplings over the years.

"This one rarely comes so far North," He tells you, his voice as gravelly and deep as ever, "Bakhum did not expect to like this land of Nords. Khajiit are not meant to be so cold... But, this one enjoys the northern foods more than Bakhum to admit."

It's almost rather cute, such a big, strong soldier enjoying such a sweet treat. You had heard the Nords of Skyrim were partial to sweetening even their game, so perhaps it isn't so farfetched, given the fondness Pahmar-rhat share for meat.

"Perhaps Kharaya will one day cook for this one? Bakhum would enjoy such a gift."

[Lazy Kitsune]

Kharaya felt a warmth flourish beneath her cheeks that fought against the cold of Skyrim's air. A smile grew on her face as she pressed closer to Bakhum's side. "This one would enjoy cooking for Bakhum, if such a gift would be appreciated." Kharaya's tail curled up against Bakhum's as if with a mind of its own. "Kharaya is pleased to have Bakhum's company on this journey. This one feels safer knowing such a strong warrior is watching over her. If there is anything this one can do to return the favour, please just ask."

Kharaya tucks some of her hair back behind her ears, finding her eyes casting to the ground as if to prevent the burning in her cheeks from getting hotter. It was no use. She distracts herself by shifting her weight from heel to heel, though this did little to keep her mind from focusing on how her body felt around Bakhum. Ablaze in more ways than one, like the warm sands of home had followed her from within. With nothing keeping this one cool, there was no harm in it then, after all, yes? This one could look up to Bakhum and meet his gaze without issue. So this one will, and will enjoy every moment of it. Even if that makes it difficult for this one to form proper sentences.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Try as you might, you couldn't seem to drown out the heat you felt in the presence of such a male. You imagine what you feel must be obvious to Bakhum, and to your pleasant surprise, he seems quite reciprocal. When your tail coils around the thick, busty length of his own, your feel him make a half-step towards you, closing the distance between your bodies. Even through your clothes, in the chill of Skyrim's morning, you can practically feel the heat radiating off his chest. It reminds you of passionate nights, your face buried into the fur of his chest, the feeling of his weight pressing down atop you, the strength of his powerful back tensing beneath your fingers, the power of his body as it rocked you into the silken sheets below, his manhood filling you so totally, his masculine scent, the resonance of his deep, powerful roar as he arrived at climax...

"This one has often thought of Kharaya when the nights grow cold," The reverie of memory is brought to an end by the careful touch of your guardian, who brings a single finger up to tilt your chin, enough that he can look down at you and meet your gaze with his own, "Sharing Kharaya's bed, as this one once did, would please Bakhum more than any favor."

[Lazy Kitsune]

Kharaya's ever wandering thoughts of Bakhum brought heat to more places than just this one's cheeks. And with that heat came a need and a wetness that rivalled and then far surpassed the morning's hunger. Kharaya had known the touch of many lovers, though this one cherished the memory of but a few. Bakhum was among those few and had held her attention with his strong and quiet presence from even before she had been put to use in his tent. Kharaya blinked in a pleasant embarrassment as Bakhum's words pulled her from her dreaming, only for his words to make the warmth in her body flutter delightfully.

This one stared up at Bakhum wide eyed and with a warm smile for a while before remembering to respond. "...Kharaya's bed... is Bakhum's bed. This would make Kharaya as happy as she hopes it makes Bakhum." Kharaya reaches up to rest a hand gently against his chest. "There is no need for either to spend these cold nights alone." Kharaya glanced away, turning to see how much privacy they had from the others, or if there was somewhere nearby she could lead Bakhum for a quiet moment, before looking back to see if Bakhum had his own ideas of what to say or do next.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

As you look back to the others, you find Kharjan has all but finished wiping down his utensils and struck up a conversation with Ranabi. He gestured towards her tent, where you knew a portion of your merchandise was kept in case of poor weather. While you couldn't exactly make out what they were saying, the younger Khajiit makes her way towards the tent and, after glancing back your way for, Kharjan follows. You swore, in that briefest of moments, you could see mischief play across his features, and you realize that he must be well aware of your desires, and has decided to give you and Bakhum some privacy by busying Ranabi. It seemed even old hands still remember what it was like to be young.

For his part, the stoic warrior you've found yourself smitten with seems relieved to hear your willingness to once again share heat in the night. He pulls his finger away from your chin so he can gingerly cup the hand you've placed upon him with his own, eclipsing your delicate digits with the mass of his paw-like palm.

"This one is pleased to hear such things. But this one is unsure if waiting for nightfall can be done," He is eager, this much you can tell; there is desire for you in his gaze, and you are certain that if you were to run your hand lower still, you would find his manhood stirring with the prospect of having you, just as your own folds grow slick with the thought of taking him.

"This one wishes to lay with Kharaya now, beneath the sun of the Nords. Only then may this one focus fully on protecting, and not on Kharaya's touch."

[Lazy Kitsune]

Kharaya's breathing becomes more akin to many small gasps than true breath. She finds herself nodding, even before her thoughts could comprehend the idea of agreeing. Then this one finds herself lowering to her knees even as she nods. It simply feels as the most natural thing for this one to do in the situation. "This one wishes for that too... though Khajiit will need to walk soon and Kharaya knows how shaky she can be on her legs after Bakhum has had his way with her." Kharaya reaches forward, running her hands across his thighs and crotch, biting her lip before gazing up at Bukham wide eyed. "This one would like to help relieve Bakhum, still, however. There are other ways Kharaya can please Bakhum, yes?"

This one pulls at the straps on the front of her dress, loosening the neckline around her plentiful cleavage. She is aware the effect he bust has on men, and the appreciation they have for being able to see it. She pulls at the neckline of her dress, lowering it until she can lift her breasts free and let them sway before Bakhum's eyes. The sides of her dress fell past her shoulders to make this easier as she awaited his acceptance. "Kharaya would love to taste Bakhum again. Let Bakhum use this one to clear his mind so he may focus on the road."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

You had never met a man who could resist the sight of seeing you on your knees. Not even mighty Bakhum, in all his quiet dignity, seems to break this mold, though perhaps it is unfair to ask such of a man who has had your tongue and more in years past. His eyes are as slits as they roam your body, each of your bountiful breasts a wonderful sight for him to drink in. His heavy hands fall to his sword belt, and he carefully unfastens the buckle, allowing it to fall to the side with a heavy thumb, the weight of his blade bringing it down. The fastens on his trousers follow thereafter, a wonderful thing that he had yet to don his armor for the day, for your wait is all the lesser for it. He brings them down just enough to reveal the thick, powerful nature of his thighs, allowing you pull them further down. Without the thick fabric to obscure your vision, you can already see his arousal; the outline of his member is clear through his loincloth. It takes little time for him to do away with that as well, letting it slip down to meet his pants in the growing clutter around his legs.

Without it, you are gifted the familiar sight of his maleness in all its glory; it is expected that someone of his stature would be possess a sizeable treasure, but even among the handful of Pahmar-rhat that had graced your bed, Bakhum had always been well-endowed. Even though he has not yet reached full erectness, it is nearly as long as your forearm, and hangs heavy under its own weight. Almost every inch of the impossibly thick shaft, from his wide crown, to the base where it meets the softness of his fur is lined with tiny, flexible barbs, all the better to stir the loins of the lucky woman to share his bed. Beneath its shadow you spy his velvety sack, where his proud jewels hang low. Each must be easily as large as the apples Kharjan used in his breakfast, and you can't help but think that the sticky treat within will be as welcome on your tongue as any honey-laden treat.

He reaches down, cupping your cheek as sweetly as he dares, his pride twitching before you as anticipates all you can do to see his mind put to ease. With affection tinting the rumble of his voice, he speaks.

"This one has plenty for Kharaya to savor. Taste."

[Lazy Kitsune]

If the sweet smells of Kharjan's cooking were enough to make Kharaya's nose twitch, then the musky scent of Bakhum's thickness had her nose frantically vibrating. This one purrs as she leans forward, paws clasping around Bakhum's trousers to pull them lower before moving her fingers to her real prize. She runs her fingers across his still growing length, before gently cradling his heavy sack as well, leaning forward to nuzzle against his manhood. Feeling his hand on her cheek, this one looks up to him and purrs happily.

"This one knows no better taste."

This one begins working immediately, closing her eyes to savour the taste she she runs her tongue along Bakhum's length. Kharaya's purrs run through her lips as she presses them against his length, leaving a trail of wet, vibrating kisses of his growing mass. She lowers herself back down, so as to grace each of his balls with a deserving, slow kiss before returning to the tip of his cock. "There is so much of Bakhum, Kharaya could spend all day exploring here. Perhaps Kharaya shall one day."

For now though, this one needed to move on to give Bakhum a much needed release. Licking and kissing his length was enjoyable, yes, but greater pleasures awaited him. Steadying herself on her knees, she looked up at Bakhum wide eyes and stroked his cock in her hands, keeping him hard and using the saliva she left behind to wet his length. "Treat this one as if she were still the toy Yahzin lent to Bakhum the night Bakhum and Kharaya met. Be as rough as Bakhum desires, and release in Kharaya all Bakhum has pent up. But do this knowing Kharaya wishes to be your plaything."

With these words spoken, Kharaya opens her mouth invitingly, awaiting Bakhum to take the lead and decide the pace he wishes to enjoy her at.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Your affections work well. Every sweet kiss, tender stroke of purr-laden lap brings the massive man before you to ever greater length. He grows such that you can no longer wrap the whole of your soft hands about his member, instead requiring both in full encircle him. There is a deep rumble from his chest, low and satisfied as you coax him to a full, proud erection. He gives a quiet chuckle as you praise him.

"This one can think of no better way to spend a day, than to enjoy Kharaya's tongue. Perhaps this one will see it done before Khajiit are leaving these lands."

Beneath the outline of his incredible manhood, you lock eyes with him, presenting him with your offer while you keep him nice and hard, the throbbing beneath your palms telling you just how badly he desires you. It doesn't take long for him to decide. No sooner than your sweet lips open before his head down that huge hand which had so gently caressed your cheek find itself atop your head. His fingers slide through the strands of your hair, the tips of his hidden claws dragging ever so subtly across your scalp as he lays claim to you. He urges you forward with it, giving you no option but to prepare for the incoming invader. His head is huge and wide, and you must put your training to use in stretching your muzzle such to accept it. It glides easily across the roughness of your tongue, the barbs that follow creating an indescribable texture as they brush all your mouth, from the deft appendage beneath to the roof above. He rocks his hips forward in time with his hand, burying his length deeper and deeper into you. He's eclipsed your muzzle before even a third of it is in you, and the entrance to your throat is pushed through with ease.

He feeds more and more of himself into you, claiming more of your gullet than any other to memory. Were that you could still gag, you likely would have long before he sheathed himself entirely within you. Your throat bulges from the intrusion, and he snarls as he feels you swallow in reflex around him. Your nose, already so titillated by his aroma, is rewarded when he finally brings all his weight to bear and fully claims you, pressing into the soft fluff around his base, where his scent is strongest. It is unmistakably that of a true man, whose virility you could not contest even if you had not felt it first hand. His balls rest heavy on your chin for a moment as he savors the hot warmth of your oral treat, his legs taking a wider, stronger stance for what is to come. When he's steadied himself, it truly begins.

He pulls himself back, nearly to the halfway point, the hundreds of barbs along his maleness dragging along all the way. Then, with force, he ruts his hips forward, a lewd squelch accompanying the motion as he begins to fuck your face in earnest. You can feel the sheer strength in his arm, its might pulling you in to meet each of his heavy thrusts. You couldn't escape him even if you had wanted; but truly, who would want to escape such a beast? His taste, his scent, the way he moved, the way he looked at you. It made all the roughness, the vigor of his ardent coupling all the more worthwhile.

[Lazy Kitsune]

This one purrs around his cock, at least for as long as she can, but his mighty girth and mightier still length leave even that simple task difficult. Still, this one knows her talents and this is very much one of them. Kharaya's tongue makes way for his cock, but makes sure to lavish each inch of it as it passes by, giving it a warm welcome to her mouth. The movement of her tongue in such an increasingly restricted space stirs up her saliva which starts to spill around her muzzle, leaving it wet and messy for his entrance. His hand guides this one's movements and she lets him, her eyelids lowering at the feel of his claws ever so slightly digging into her scalp as he moves her. As he pushes deeper within her, her hands are no longer needed on his cock, so she lowers them, cupping her breasts. She squeezes them, their bounty spilling over her paws as she toys with them both for her pleasure and his entertainment. Tugging at her nipples, squeezing them. Letting him see it all.

Kharaya opens herself up to Bakhum as he readies himself to take her as he wishes. Soon enough she experiences it, the full force of his thrusts as he uses her throat as his own toy. This one feels her thighs utterly drenched by her own juices, even without her lower lips being touched. Should it be possible for a woman to cum from her mouth alone being fucked, Bakhum would be the man capable of making it happen. This one feels her head fogging over, both from the sensation and the heavy musk she was being treated to. So much of his masculine scent, it made staying here and taking his cock so deeply all the easier. It feels right to this one to be beneath Bakhum like this. For now, all Kharaya's other worries melt away. All she has to think about - all she has to be - is a release for this incredible cock that was fucking her face.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Bakhum makes you little more than his toy in the moments that follow, letting his instincts and needs drive the pace of his hurried rutting. Your throat bulges again and again and he seeks ever longer strokes, the bestial warrior breeding your face with reckless abandon. Your saliva spills forth in rivets, coating your chin and soaking into the velvety fuzz that surrounds his big, weighty balls. They clap against your mouth as they have your bottom in times prior, so full and heavy with his plentiful seed that you can't help but long for the moment when he reaches his peak and blesses you with his bounty. But you know this man better than to expect anything less than a long, pleasant session. Soothing the fires of his lust, even with your considerable skills, always proved to be a lengthy endeavor; a benefit to enjoying his company, if anything. Were you capable of seeing through the heat-like fog that had so thoroughly clouded your mind, you might have worried the others would discover you in the interim. But none of that mattered. All that mattered for you in that moment was his pleasure, which he took in abundance.

Though silent during his duties, in the midst of lovemaking, Bakhum proved the exact opposite. What qualified for moans among men of a less wild nature were nothing less than bone-rattling rumbles when coming from such a specimen. The vibrations of these hurried, involuntary expressions of bliss only added to the sensations assailing your throat as he mated your mouth. Just by their tenor and pitch, you could tell how close he was to reaching his peak. They started smooth and low, but grew louder and more erratic as he felt himself swell. His fingers tightened as his arousal grew, and the muscles on his powerful legs did as well. He was treated to the sight of your wonderful breasts, nipples hard and presented for his pleasure, but even from between his legs, you're treated to your own pleasant sight. The rippling of his hard stomach, the way his brows furrow, the hunger in his eyes. You can't tell how long it had been, truly, but by the time the ache in your jaw truly begins to settle in, you can feel the member that had so thoroughly claimed you throbbing ever thicker.

He does not announce his climax with words, but with actions. A second hand comes to clasp the back of your head. He pulls you close, burying much of his member far into the back of your throat. His thrusts, long and practiced, become short, quick, and needy. He gets louder, his musk stronger. You can tell it's going to happen in the seconds of the lead up, even before he bellows, by the way his huge balls contract in time with the muscles of his abdomen.

The world seems to go still as he finally roars out in triumph, hilting himself with a finally messy 'glhk'. His magnificent cock throbs once, twice, three times, what must be an incredible amount of seed working its way up his huge endowment. Then the first rope fires off. It goes so deep you can hardly feel it, firing right down your gullet and deep into your stomach. Another follows, and another, and another. He can only rock himself against you now, keeping you held taut as his release claims him utterly. It is only right that such a powerful man was blessed with such powerful release, after all.

It is difficult to say just how much of his seed fills your belly before he finds himself again. His member bucks hard, continuing to fill you even as he withdraws, still virile enough to see several mouth filling wads cascade across your tongue. His hand still tangled in your hair, he pulls himself far enough back that the head of his pride pops free of your well-used maw. Held captive, the handful of heavy ropes that continue to spew rain across your muzzle and mouth alike, dripping in long, thick strands to drool across your chest. Though it bucks dryly a few final times, it becomes clear his ordeal is over soon after; only a final, massive string of cum and saliva dangle from the bulbous head before you. His breath is nearly as fast as your own, deprived of air as you were, and he says nothing as he stares down upon you with eyes a mix of wonder, warm, and simmering lust.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Had Kharaya all day to enjoy this, she would. Bakhum's heady musk, the feel of his spines along her throat, his hand on her head, all of it felt so delightful. But they had important things to do today, so instead Kharaya would savour this experience while it lasted. As wonderful as it all was, the pinnacle of the experience was most definitely its end, as Bakhum began to fill this one's mouth full of his delicious and potent seed. Kharaya felt herself held in place as he emptied his load down her throat. Again and again she felt his warm release fill her up. She knew just how potent and plentiful his climaxes could be, so she knew it would be a heavy burden to take it all down her throat. He pumped enough cum into this one to feed her more so than the apple cake could multiple times over. Zharaya briefly wondered if he would fill her stomach enough for her to be walking with a small bump present for a while.

Finally she felt it on her tongue and delighted in its familiar flavour. She swallowed quickly so that more could take its place on her tongue. Originally she had planned to avoid making a mess, but she was too intoxicated by his musk and cum to care when he held her in place to leave his seed on her face and tits in thick clumps that drip across her features. Gasping for breath, Kharaya dares not move for now. The trail of saliva and cum that links her mouth to his cock was to beautiful to risk breaking without taking in the sight of it first, and of course letting him take in the sight of her like this. Then, with a hoarse purr, this one leans forward with her tongue outstretched to lap the thick trail into her muzzle where it belongs and end with a kiss on the tip of Bakhum's cock. She nuzzles against it before looking back up at him as she catches her breath.

"Kharaya is very glad Bakhum is joining her on this journey for a great many reasons. Though it would be wise for her to be cleaned up before travelling. This one does not expect the people of this land to wish to buy wares from someone coated as thoroughly as Kharaya. Even if Kharaya enjoys it."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

At that, Bakhum cannot help but allow a genuine laugh to escape his fanged lips.

"This one agrees. He will give Kharaya time to clean before setting off," He tells you, reaching down to fish a duo of rags from the pouch that once hung from the back of his sword belt. He hands one to you, and uses the other to carefully wipe down his spit-slick member in the meanwhile, ensuring all is well enough for him to begin redressing. Thoughtful if not discrete, he even returns to you with a canteen full of fresh water once he's gotten his breeches back up and his sword once again on his hip.

"This one cannot say he believes the others did not hear. This one cannot say he cares if they had."

[Lazy Kitsune]

"No Khajiit could miss the noise Bakhum made. Kharaya enjoys hearing it though. It is a very... exciting sound." This one begins to work on cleaning herself off, being careful to wipe down the cum on her face and breasts before it sticks too tightly to her fur for a quick clean to deal with. It is a shame this one cannot wear his seed for longer. She is sure he would enjoy such a sight greatly. Once she was finishing up cleaning herself off, Kharaya rose to her feet and began to do back up her dress properly, giving one last shake of her generous tits for Bakhum's eyes to see.

Kharaya presses herself against Bakhum's side once more once they are ready, nuzzling her head against his chest. "Bakhum is more filling than any meal. This one looks forward to feeling him fill her in other ways later." Kharaya looks up to him and tilts her head to the side with a smile, purring happily. "This one did a good job of satisfying Bakhum's needs, yes?"

With her answer, she takes a step back and heads to her tent to begin gathering her things. "Khajiit should gather their things now. The time to travel approaches. Kharaya will appreciate the warmth Bakhum has left inside her as she travels these harsh, cold roads."