Blue moon of Elsewyr

Blue moon of Elsewyr
Khajiit x Nord

“Leave her alone!!” He screamed before pulling his sword from its home. Three of his countrymen were currently pulling the robes from a pair of mages one khajiit the other dunmer. Both seemed to struggle trying to pull a spell as their attackers continued to strip them.

“Last chance!” No answer.

Jamming the sword in the back of the first one announced his presence to the other two. Looking at them he could see the skooma addiction. Watching another try for his sword was all it took to aim the sword between helmet and cuirass. The third had moved away from the girls to draw his weapon. It was too late to stop him from drawing the large war hammer on his back. A smile on the addict's face signaled the first attack. In the single attack it was all over as the mages watched their rescuer try to defend with his sword only to have it shatter. Grimacing from the impact both were surprised to see their defender drop to a knee while the last attacker fell to the dirt a small axe blade buried deep in the chest. Wincing with each step the last nord walked over to the two mages.

“All right there?”

“Why did you do that.?”

The khajiit asked before being shushed by her companion. Brushing the dust off the dunmer soon extended a hand in thanks.

“Me and my friend here are heading to Solitude for a meeting with the jarl.”

Looking over the tatters of cloth both were now dressed in making camp seemed to be a good idea to everyone involved. Seeing a small hill everyone made the decision to camp together. Two tents were put up next to a fire the mages were repairing their clothes, and armor best they could. Hearing the murmurs of speech every so often told him he was the subject of conversation. Pulling the sack of rations from his own tent he begun to make a meal for everyone. Cooking the chicken on the hilt of his broken sword he could her silence as everything was stuffed finishing their final minutes before calling out the girls

Both exited to see three plates ready on the make shift table made of a log. Walking out Shai'ra felt strange as the nord made plates for her and Avelin. Looking at the meal suspiciously she spat at the ground.

“What do you want?, We are not whores.”

Her friend had winced at the rough words before the nord piped back.

“Well I'm sorry miss but if you don't like my cooking I have an Eidar cheese wheel and some bread.”

The deflection seemed to further enrage the khajiit, her tail was stiff behind her.

“That's not why I mean, you save us, you feed us. What do you want from us, nord? Personal activity? If anyone found out you had such tastes in the opposite sex you would never hear a word of praise again!”

For a moment everything was silent save for the fire crackling her friend was eating as much as she could before getting thrown out. It was surprising that he only stood with no sign of anger marring his face. Unbuckling the chain cuirass quietly showing the signs of simple bandages wrapped around his left shoulder. The man was strong in the way of a forge master with thick limbs mottled with the scars of a life lived by one's own code.

“I didn't know the people of Elsewyr were so bitter when someone was as kind with their actions. I do what I want for my reason and as for my tastes in as you say personal activities. If I, a nord and a khajiit or two adults are consenting then it doesn't really matter now does it so please calm down and eat, your quite charming if your not defensive and as for any actions now. I'm injured if you can't see.”

Sitting back down he continued to eat while the khajiit stood with an open mouth fishing for what to say next. After silently coming up with no response she huffed off in to the trees before fading from sight. Avelin enjoyed her meal before handing the small plate over.

“You have to be a master of something to make her speechless.”

Avelin quipped happily sitting up before telling the nord to relax before walking off to catch her friend. The khajiit was resting some hundred paces to the northwest gazing at the moon.

[It was no often someone could beat her in speech craft. Even less could do it with the open quality he spoke with. Most nords were drunks who got into fights and not many she met could even be civil, but he was actually kind. He was proving to be a contradiction against all she learned.]

“Keep thinking like that and you may almost find out you like him.”

Jolted from her friend's voice she jumped in to the branches before turning to see the dark elf with her arms crossed.

“Why would I do that?”

Her friend looked through her before continuing.

“He saved us, fed us, flirted with you, defended nord – khajiit relationships, and I bet if you go back and apologize he will forgive you.”

Shai'ra stayed quiet watching her friend count everything off on her fingers.

“He thinks well, he's smart, he can cook, he is not the best in looks but he is nice to look at I think. So take a chance or I am going to.”

Her friend blushed at the blunt words of her friend. Being a mage was hard for relationships. If someone wanted to be her single lover then why shouldn't she give them a shot. A little action would be nice in any case.

“All right, All right, I'll try I just hope I got something for this.”

Back at the fire the nord was dressed in his armor with a bottle of Cyndolic brandy. He had walked away from everything a year ago before looking in to the tongues of the campfire he felt the day everything changed.

Set to be a member of the Stormcloaks with many believing he would do well making weaponry. Being part of the local noble family he was brought in to learn the true goal of the stormcloaks. A nord ruling Skyrim. Seeing what that entailed turned him cold. To throw out or essentially destroy all other races for the sake of a new high king was not something he could do. In one day he had packed up all his valubles before walking out the gate of the manor never to return. Since then he had learned he was struck from all family records. The sounds of twigs snapping pulled him back to see the girls again.

“Hey I'm hoping we are allowed a drink.”

smiling towards the cat girl he handed over the bottle only noticing how much bigger his hands were. He was a full half foot taller then herself she figured. Taking a swig of the brandy she was starting to notice the physical tension between them. Her friend left the fire quietly.

“Well good night Shai'ra and I am sorry I never got your name.”

“Jacob Frosthunter, past stormcloak and current wandering sword for hire.”

The looks of both the girls at him were ones of fear.

“Don't worry, after I found out what being a stormcloak meant, I left.”

Looking down at her feet holding the bottle taking a swig. Resting it on his leg she could fell the blood rush through her. Looking at the short khajiit with calm eye only to see the ashamed mage ready to pull away. Holding on to her hand he leaned in to capture her lips in a chaste kiss. Pulling closer to him her eyes widened in shock looking up at the long dark hair to the thick neck topping broad shoulders.

“Are you sure you want this?”

Looking down a vision of self loathing she soon returned the question before being pulled closer.

“You want to hear a story? My first partner was a Khajiit.”

Her attention was on him as he continued explaining the social snafu.

“She was a servant in charge of watching me for my life she had beautiful spots on her fur and one day she was bathing while I was supposed to study. I had a question and she would usually help me so I opened the door to the bath and I was just stuck to the ground watching her. She eyed me like a mouse before with just one hand shredding my pants before jerking me off. The spots on her fur were beautiful as she began teaching me in adult affairs. Pumping up and down in this hot private contact I squirmed at her touch before coming.”

Looking in her eyes she was thrumming with her heartbeat. Whispering the rest of the story in her ear she wrapped her tail around his waist.

“I came and came and came, enough to know that I want another experience with a khajiit. Maybe even a relationship with one. No khajiit wants a nord so please answer this.”

“Do you want this? Because I do-mmph”

Her lips were on his a pleading nibble on his bottom lip asking for entrance. Teasing the top of his mouth his large arms was resting on her hips. A hand rested on a bulging problems for her. She could feel his width at almost three of her fingers. From what she could grab he wasn't the longest in the world just the longest in her. Feeling her feet leave the ground she was gathered in to the crook of his uninjured arm before making their way back to his tent.

Avelin woke up to an empty tent. She could hear friend still at it with the injured nord getting too loud. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes she made her way out of her own tent to see what was going on. Shai'ra was bent over as Jacob was behind her plowing into her as a thick fog of sweat and sex hit her nose. She was beginning to howl happily at the rough nature with a face that looked content with a layer of his seed. It had been a long time since the cat had a good fuck and it was nice to know that someone could take her to task. Grabbing some moss from a nearby tree she plugged her ears before going back to her cot.

Both inside the tent had gone for hours making sure not to open old injuries. Her hips began to quiver with another orgasm wetting the cot below them with another round of fluid. Feeling the wide cock spasm seat what little of him left after so many rounds warm her colon. Pulling out with an audible pop he laid next to her as she lay face down.

“I don't have anything left.” Panting between words.

His partner turned towards him with a fatigued smile of her own.

“For an injured nord.. you did very well. Guys usually don't make it to the third round. How long were we going?”

Instead of an answer she received a blanket drape over her before drifting off to sleep.