Oblivion: A Firm Hand

Chapter Two: Awakening

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Mikkel awoke with a start, jolting into an upward posture as he realized he was in the Gwenon Farm’s bed. A dagger tip nicked his chest, failing to wound him seriously but nonetheless provoking him to lay back immediately.



“Good morning, Mikkel Vixen-savior,” Faustina purred over him. She sat along Mikkel’s left side, one arm suggestively propping her weight over his body, the other arm holding the dagger to his chest. “Feeling better?”



Mikkel grunted before realizing his wounds had been tended to by some form of magic, only the deepest of his wounds still bore a mark of any kind.



“What happened?” Mikkel managed.



“You saved us, Mikkel,” Signy said, rushing out from the hallway to his left. Concern marked her face for the first time since he’d met her. Faustina shot an angry look at Signy.



“You saved us, Mikkel,” Faustina repeated in a cynical tone. “Why?”



“I said,” Mikkel said blearily, unable to clear his head even though his wounds were recovered. “You didn’t deserve to be killed for what you’d done.”



“No,” Faustina tisked. “We were going to kill you. Why not kill us first?”



“In cold blood? Never,” Mikkel shook his head. “I would not kill three women in cold blood.”



“Ah that’s it,” Faustina smiled. “Because we’re women. You hadn’t gotten what you wanted yet, so you decided to keep us around?”



“Faustina, stop it,” Signy pleaded. “He saved us all.”



“Signy, if you can’t stay objective,” Faustina threatened, “leave. He was here to exploit us, just like everyone else. We must look to our own safety first.”



While Faustina talked, Mikkel noted that he was still wearing naught but his torn pants. He quickly brought his knee up to connect with a distracted Faustina’s chin. The Imperial rocked back, sliding off the bed in the process. Signy, standing at the foot of the bed, only reacted by displaying her surprise, but made no other movements. Mikkel rolled off the right side of the bed, collapsing onto Faustina while firmly grasping her wrists.



“What is wrong with you, fetcher?” Mikkel demanded. “I save your miserable life, and you still try to torture me? You think you can torture me?”



“As a matter of fact, yes,” Faustina smiled.



Mikkel felt strong hands grab him by the shoulders, roughly tugging his weight off of Faustina and pressing him against the wall. Signy’s warm breath tickled his neck as she whispered fiercely at him:



“The Vixens always stick together,” Signy said, then punched Mikkel in the ribs. “Trust me.”



Mikkel whirled around, swinging his arm to put Signy in a headlock as he did so. Faustina, meanwhile, rushed forward and put her knife against Mikkel’s throat. She began murmuring words to an incantation.



“You will go mad with desire,” Faustina sneered between enchanted words. “You will beg for me to torture you just to feel my touch.”



As Faustina began to finish the spell, Mikkel noticed a look of panic in Signy’s eyes. Faustina finished her secret spell, a spell of Dibella’s allure tainted by Sheogorath. The room exploded with light as Gwenon Farmhouse was filled with a peculiar madness.



Immediately, a keening wail emanated from the back of the building. It sounded like a Khajiit warcry or pangs of anguish. None of those present had ever heard its like before. Faustina cast aside her dagger with disdain, a look of utter madness clouding her fierce eyes.



“Let that bitch go,” Faustina said in a dark and sinister voice, gesturing towards Signy.



Mikkel wouldn’t have considered resisting, but Signy had already wriggled free from his grasp. As soon as her accomplice was freed, Faustina touched Signy with a paralyze spell. The Nord’s body froze in an awkward pose.



“You think you’ll be able to make do with me, you big, beautiful Nord?” Faustina asked urgently, her hands running down his firm stomach and sliding under his pants down to his crotch.



“That depends on what you want to do, Faustina,” Mikkel managed as his penis arose to meet Faustina’s touch. Faustina’s hand quickly wrapped around his penis, squeezing almost to the point of pain. She stopped, frozen in place as she stared intently at the throbbing penis in her hand. “G’ah, what’s wrong?”



“I don’t know...” Faustina stammered with effort. Her grip on Mikkel’s rod tightened, causing his penis to painfully elongate in order to redirect the pressure. “I need you so fetching bad...This shouldn’t be: you should be the one going mad with desire...”



“Ah--Maybe I am,” Mikkel grunted somewhat painfully, totally confused.



“Shut up, you ripe bastard,” Faustina snapped angrily as she swung her head forward and slid his long cock into her mouth, her tongue greedily massaging the tip of his head in the process.



Mikkel had never been so confused in his life. Panic filled him. ‘This is one crazy bitch,’ he thought even as he arched his head backwards against the bed. Despite his panic, he thrust his pelvis against Faustina’s feverishly sucking. Teeth scraped against the taut skin of his penis, causing ripples of pain amidst the waves of sensation as the sorceress continued to drag on his cock like a skooma addict on a flask. Mikkel planted both hands on Faustina’s shoulders and--despite himself--pushed her head firmly but carefully so that her ingratiated mouth slid off his pulsing penis. He noticed slight abrasions on his pale skin where her teeth had met his penis.



“What the hell?” Mikkel practically shouted, looking from his penis to Faustina. “What the hell?”



Faustina’s eyes merely returned Mikkel’s gaze, but she did not respond. Indeed, her eyes reminded Mikkel of a wild beast encountered in the wilds: fierce, determined, and hungry. She tried to throw her weight forward, seeking succor on Mikkel’s penis once again. His hands still on her shoulders, Mikkel held her head back. Faustina stuck out her tongue, desperate for even a taste of Mikkel’s manhood, but when she realized that she could not taste him she opted instead to touch him. Both her hands grasped his penis, one on top of the other, and pulsated up and down at an uneven and uncomfortable pace. Spurts of lubricating pre-cum flicked into the air, and Faustina flung her face into the spurts’ path, catching traces on her cheeks and lips. Mikkel spasmed at the increasing arousal, and lost his grip on Faustina. Her head shot forward, her mouth sheathing Mikkel’s sword even as he began to lose control of himself. Her tongue pulped his ejaculation into her mouth. Faustina gratefully and loudly gulped down mouthfuls of cum even as it began to drip at the corners of her mouth. She moaned heavily, sucking painfully hard as the spurts stopped and she still craved more. When she finally removed her mouth from Mikkel’s pink penis, it was only to wipe the drippings off her face and greedily lick her fingers.



“How’s that for a warmup?” Faustina said energetically as she jumped onto the bed, straddling Mikkel’s sore crotch.



Before Mikkel could think of a pausitive response, however, the door to the bedroom was practically shattered open. Tsarrina, the Khajiit member of the Vixens gang, stood in the shattered doorway. Mikkel couldn’t recall hearing any pounding beforehand, but the throbbing in his own body was surely enough to block out the sound of forced entry.



“Get away from him, Faustina!” Tsarrina was also in an infuriated state. She literally frothed at the mouth and the white cotton blouse she was wearing was clinging to her sweaty bosom. Her skirt was tucked in in the front, exposing her open pussy to the room’s night air.



“He’s mine, Tsarrina, you pussy-bitch!” Faustina snapped back over her shoulder.



Before the Imperial woman could even dismount her trophy, however, the Khajiit had thundered forward and backhanded her with enough force to knock her senseless. Faustina tumbled into the paralyzed Signy, and both the human women fell in a heap beside the bed. The cat-woman, however, did not even take a moment to appreciate her handiwork, though--she mounted Mikkel quickly and roughly, her furry thighs and pussy grinding slightly against his stripped hips and now flaccid penis.



“Take it slow, eh Tsarrina?” Mikkel asked plaintively and pathetically. This was a painful, confusing experience, and he hoped that simply asking for consideration might make it easier.



“I want it now!” Tsarrina growled as she slapped Mikkel across the jaw. His vision blanked for a moment, but he maintained his sense and was able to feel the cat manipulating his penis. “Oooh,” she purred as she--surprisingly--gently handled his penis, “so large, I’m glad I am ready for you.”



Mikkel scrunched his eyes in confusion. Even semi-limp, apparently, Mikkel was a good size for a Khajiit male. He wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Of course, Mikkel was soon reminded that he was just the object as Tsarrina inserted his penis into the tight lips of her vagina. She gently swiveled her hips in rotary motions, purring and smiling sublimely at Mikkel as she enjoyed him in a much more low-key way than Faustina had. After a short while of this, with Tsarrina patiently plying her way onto him, Mikkel’s penis began to harden again and he realized that Tsarrina wasn’t just tight--she was a virgin.



Quickly realized now that Tsarrina’s peculiar behavior was due to her inexperience, Mikkel finally counted himself lucky enough to be able to take control of the situation. He sat up, drawing his penis down over Tsarrina’s vulva and his pelvis up against her clit. Face to face with her, Mikkel kissed her whiskered cheeks, curiously tickled and aroused by the new experience himself.



“This is your first ‘grapple’ isn’t it?” Mikkel whispered tenderly as he tried to relate to her as Khajiit would. In truth, his experience with Khajiit culture was limited to hand to hand training, but he’d been surprised how quickly the topic of sex came up in his sparring sessions.



“Yes,” Tsarrina answered with a hint of shame in her voice. Her hips, however, did not stop grinding against his. “I have never had Khajiit nor man nor even sheep between my flesh.”



‘What the fetch?!’ Mikkel thought. But he said: “Vaba Do’Shurh’do. It is good to be brave. Trust me, let me do this for you.”



Tsarrina nodded, and growled softly to herself as Mikkel took off her sweaty cotton blouse and skirt. He found it especially strange to have stripped a woman he was in bed with and still feel so much fur. Strange. Not necessarily bad. They first changed positions: Mikkel lay atop Tsarrina, his penis gently laid between their stomachs. He grasped her two firm breasts in his hands, and he realized that Tsarrina’s breasts--though not nearly as bountiful as Signy’s--were larger than he’d thought. The fur must have masked their bulk. They were certainly firmer than most breasts he’d laid a hold of, especially those of similar size. Nonetheless, he kneaded her breasts pressing their fuzzy mass is slow circles as he leaned forward and licked each one in turn. The pink flesh of her nipples arose, poking out of her light brown fur, hard and utterly enticing. He carefully nibbled her nipples, eliciting a surprised and horny ‘Mreow!’ from Tsarrina. Becoming impatient with himself, Mikkel’s penis began to fully harden again, and he lined up his shaft with Tsarrina’s wet pussy.



“Fusozay var var,” Mikkel said before he thrust into her. “Enjoy life, Tsarrina.”



Mikkel quickly and firmly slid his penis into the cat-woman’s tight pussy, gasping at the tight, warm pleasure of deflowering another one of the Nine’s creatures. He had to remind himself that it was not a very pleasurable moment for Tsarrina however, as she howled in his ear at the sudden pain. In a second, she bit into his shoulder, surely drawing blood with her sharp feline teeth. Mikkel had to choke his own desire to thrust back and forth in her marvelously tight cunt; it would feel amazing for him, but would enrage her.



“No!” Mikkel heard the word hissed by two women behind him. He looked over to see both Faustina and Signy, wild-eyed as they grabbed his arms and tried to pull him off of the de-virginated cat.



“Shit!” Mikkel groaned in pain. Tsarrina let loose a catlike screech and dug her claws into Mikkel’s hips, holding his pelvis in place against hers.



“He’s mine!” Signy, Faustina, and Tsarrina shouted in turn as they tugged him in three different directions. Were he not afraid he might soon become seriously hurt, this would be quite arousing. As it was, however, it was painful and scary.



“Strip I’ll have none of you!” Mikkel snarled officiously, hoping that the delay would give him some time to think.



Amazingly, the fully clothed Signy and Faustina released their hold on him and began to strip their clothes. Wearing clothes of fashion, Mikkel could count on their many laces and layers to occupy them for a few minutes at least. Fighting the urge to watch, Mikkel leaned closer to Tsarrina.



“Hold on to me and be brave,” Mikkel said as he began to thrust inside Tsarrina’s small vagina.



Each surge forward, Mikkel worried he was tormenting Tsarrina--her pussy was so tight, too tight. But each time he pulled back, her hands tugged on his back urging another thrust. He rocked back, was pulled forward--both by his partner and by his own peculiar lust for this totally new and different sexual creature. She began to claw him, growl, snap, even nibble and bite him as she reached what he could only assume was a Khajiit’s own sexual climax. Before she reached her orgasm, however, he exploded inside of her. His cum so filled the tight confines of her vagina that some seeped out even before he pulled his penis out of her.



Before Signy and Faustina, naked and horny, pulled him out of her.