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My mate is a dead fish in my arms as I cradle her like a bride and begin trekking back through the woods to our shared paradise. Even with her newly acquired healing properties, my mating has left a mark on the Khajiit currently unmoving in my arms. Bruises bloom across her flesh and a mixture of her blood, our mixed saliva, and my sperm all come together to make one slimy, pink-tinged froth covering the woman from taint to tit*.
My love's eyes stare blankly towards the night sky, and she utters not a word as I continue to admire her beauty. The ruin of her c*nt is what keeps me looking back at her again and again. Stretched beyond belief and oozing with cum and blood, her c*nt has torn halfway to her asshole with raw, glistening meat showing where her skin has split.
Ripping the weaker woman apart with my canine co*ck was a pleasure unlike any other and, unfortunately, it looks like an act I won't be able to repeat in the near future. I'm still gazing at the gaping, raw wound of the woman's c*nt when I hear the faintest sound of running water. I point my feet towards the noise and find the river abandoned and waiting. The Khajiit comes to life as I kneel in the water and bring her down to the flowing stream.
Gasps of pain and flailing limps erupt as soon as the woman feels the freezing water meet her wounds. I shush her and begin working the mixture that's stuck to her off into the water. Clawless fingers wrap tight around my arm and wet, begging eyes find mine. I keep working the water over her fur as I try offering her some form of comfort.
"It's alright, I just need to get your cleaned up before heading home.". Weary eyes close and her fingers slowly release her grip from me. It takes a few minutes but ultimately, I'm able to lift the soaking woman from the water with no trace of my sperm or our shared spit. The only thing that remains is the blood that's slowly leaking out of my lover's c*nt. Her battered and bruised hole is slowly closing back up; still, the tear is present as ever and still as red and angry as before the soak.
The woman shivers at the agony I've inflicted on her and the cold now consuming her as I continue our walk northward with her fur dripping wet. Her teeth are chattering in her skull by the time our home comes into sight. The fire has long gone out by the time we return, so I sit the woman on one of our rotted chairs and fetch a threadbare blanket for her to dry herself with. The Khajiit begins doing her best to dry herself as I attend to our mess of a door. My transformed lover turned it into kindling when she ran and there's not much I can do for it tonight.
I pull our rickety bookcase over to block the doorway and stuff whatever cloth I have available between the cracks to make a somewhat effective solution until tomorrow when I can go fetch some wood and make an actual door. My mate is damp and still shivering as I go about getting the fire to start. Some logs and sticks I put in the fireplace take my flame spell willingly and I'm soon able to stack enough wood into the fireplace to get a roaring fire going to warm the home.
My lover has abandoned her now soaking sheet in favor of huddling beneath the blanket on the bed. I catch the woman's eyes as I walk towards her and offer her a comforting smile. Sniffles and tears are my reward for my attempted kindness. I wave the woman over and she willingly scoots further back to allow me to slide in beside her. I curl up underneath the blanket and bring my right hand up to rest against her cheek. I thumb the woman's cheek in a circle and bring a kiss to her nose. I whisper sweet nothings to her as I pull back.
"I love you so, so much. I'm blessed to have you in my life.". I stroke her beautiful porcelain fur and ignore the tears in her swollen blue eyes as I continue.
"I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you.". For the first time since I've taken her as my own, the woman speaks without it being a plea for mercy or a to be released.
"Why?". She hesitates and more tears begin to flow freely down her face.
"Why me?". She brings her hands up to wipe away the mess her face is becoming. Her sniffles come back in force and her body begins to shake as a sob forces its way from her throat.
"I just wanted to be a Companion!". I bring her tight against my chest and she doesn't fight me. Rather, she wilts into my embrace and finds her head resting against my chest as her hands get trapped between us. I offer gentle kisses on the crown of her head and rub her back through her cries. I only bother answering her once she's gotten herself under control enough that she'll be able to understand what I'm saying.
"You are, honey, you are. You're as much of a Companion as Vilkas or Farkas or me. I'm sorry I didn't let you get through your training first, I really am, but I couldn't help myself.". I pull back and meet her eyes.
"You're perfect for me.". I run my hand down her side to rest on her hip. "Every inch of you is made for me. You're the love of my life, and I couldn't just let you go! You might have run off and got hurt or found someone you thought you were meant to be with that wasn't really who you were meant to end up with.". I tighten my grip on her hip and gently bring her further up on the bed until her face is level with mine.
"You were made for me in every way, and I was made for you. You're my everything and I want to spend every second of every day with you. I love you.". The Khajiit seems to have gathered up all the courage she can muster for her next whisper.
"You don't even know me.". I bring my lips to hers and trap her in a kiss. My tongue runs along her lips, and she allows me to invade her mouth without hesitation. I allow myself the pleasure of exploring the other woman's mouth for a few minutes before pulling back.
"I know all I need to know. I know the way your c*nt feels squeezing my co*ck and the cries you make when I hit your cervix. I know how your tail twitches when you're dreaming and how you automatically roll onto your stomach when you first fall asleep. I know you're the perfect mate to carry my heir and cook my meals. And I know you're never getting away from me as long as we both live.". I roll on top of her and let her feel my stiff co*ck trapped between our stomachs.
"So, I suggest you start getting use to the idea of being my mate because, whether you wanted it to happen or not, it's already a reality.". The Khajiit cast a forlorn glance at my co*ck before once again pleading with me.
"Please, you've torn me apart. If you have half the love in your heart for me you claim you do, then spare me.". For once, the woman's plea awakens something in my heart. I find myself scooting forward until I'm firmly seated on my mate's chest with my throbbing co*ck dangling above her lips. My balls lightly tap her chin as I angle myself downwards. The head of my co*ck taps her lips and the Khajiit gives me one last, broken gaze before opening her mouth as wide as she can.
"Remember, love, no biting or else I'll pull every tooth from your skull and piss in the holes left behind.". My threat is all the encouragement the other woman needs to stretch her jaw a little bit wider and keep her teeth a little bit further away from my prick. I bring my hands up to the woman's hair and tangle my fingers in her thick mane. The soft, inviting heat of her mouth is a welcome change from the feeling of her c*nt wrapped around me.
The sensation is just different enough to send a spark to my co*ck and encourage it to harden just a little bit more than normal. A rough, barbed tongue rubbing the underside of my co*ckhead is enough to make my fingers tighten hard enough in the woman's hair to draw a mumble of complaint from my mate's stuffed mouth. A mixture of pain and pleasure flash through me at the sensation of barbs rubbing my co*ck.
"C-careful with the tongue, love.". I draw in a hissing breath and my love backs her tongue off enough the barbs on it are more pleasure than pain. The woman's next idea is to hollow out her cheeks and suck. Whatever book she read to gain her carnal knowledge has served her well as I start carefully thrusting into her waiting mouth. A little bit more weight pushing forward and I'm soon in a position I can f*ck the woman's face from above without risk of suffocating her due to my grip having moved from her head to the wall beside our bedframe. A deep, unfamiliar groan emanates from my maw as I strike the back of the woman's throat with my co*ck.
I'd love nothing more than to become a feral, thrashing mess atop her as I work her throat wide open and bury my prick in the woman's throat. The only reason I don't allow myself that luxury is the fact the Khajiit is willingly giving me a blowj*b on her own accord. I'd hate for the small amount of trust and understanding I've built to be damaged by the fact I couldn't resist f*cking the woman's face like there's no tomorrow. I content myself with allowing the woman below me to suckle me at her own pace with the occasional thrust of encouragement as I work myself across the woman's tongue.
Her warm, wet heat and gently lapping bring me almost as much joy as looking down and seeing her blank, broken eyes locked onto my face. It's only as she suckles a little harder on me and my face contorts in pleasure that I realize what she's doing. A smile breaks my face as I bring one hand back down to her head and begin stroking her hair.
"Good, good girl. You're making me so proud.". A harder suck and the Khajiit finds it in herself to open her throat the tiniest bit to let me thrust deeper and deeper.
"Gods, you make me so, so happy. I love you so, so much. You're my good girl, aren't you? My good little girl. My-". I gasp as she opens her throat and gags on my length as it rushes down her windpipe. Her gags and sputters are all I need. Cum spurts down the Khajiit's throat and coats her in a new way. I shudder and keep petting her head. It's only after my balls are empty that I start pulling out of her mouth. My mate gasps for air as she's finally freed of having my prick down her throat. One final, lone spurt of my seed hits her between the eyes and begins slowly dripping downward. I look at her ruined, puffy face with eyes red from lack of oxygen and can only think of one thing. I lick my own cum from between her eyes and offer one last praise.
"My little slu*t.".
