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Sweet-Lips was hungry. Her gold from selling that not so priceless holy relic hadn't lasted very long. Maybe if she had settled for less expensive drinks and fewer sweets, she'd not be in this mess. But what good was life without indulgences?

She had just spent her last few coins, and a few she had freshly swiped, on a room at the inn. The place was luxurious, including heated baths, and the barkeep actually cleaned his mugs. It was absolutely worth every Septim.

But now she had to deal with life troubles. She listed them to herself. Hungry, Hungover, Broke, and in need of more sleep, the last of which is constant and insatiable. Sweet knew her hangover would be too much trouble for any of her other tasks, so she began to deal with that first, then being broke as being hungry isn't much of a problem when one has a full purse.

She approached the innkeeper, "Sweet-Lips needs some water for her dry throat."

"Of course," the Dunmer turned to fetch a mug filling it from one of the taps, "That will be ten gold."

Ten? What was this ashman thinking? "This one apologizes," she pawed at her pockets and gave a toothy grin, "She must have left her wallet in the room."

Sweet sheepishly creeped back to her room, along the way sizing up the various patrons. One was obviously a wizard, the next had a big sword, the third was wearing his wallet loosely... and was drinking alone. Perfect.

After making a bit of noise in the room she had rented, she casually strode out, palm on her forehead, and playing up the painful stumble. As she stumbled by her mark she feign tripped into him, placing a palm on his shoulder for balance.

Before she could apologize, the man shouted, "Don't touch me you filthy stray!"

"Sweet-"

"I don't care who you are!" The soot bellowed, "Get out of here!"

"She apol-"

"Stop trying and get going!" He turned back to his drink and scoffed, "Damned thieving cats, I bet that wallet was stolen."

Sweet realized that she was holding the man's wallet openly and the whole room was staring at her in silence. She slowly crept to the doorway trying to avoid eye contact with anyone. If she was lucky, as she always seemed to be, the man wouldn't realize who's wallet it was until after she was gone. She paused at the door long enough to look back at the barkeep who was staring at the mark with evergrowing eyes.

Sweet-Lips kicked open the door and bolted. The sun blinded her as she tried to rush out. The street wasn't as packed as she would have liked, the local guards wouldn't have any trouble spotting her out of the meager crowd, but she could take advantage of the extra space to run faster. Or she could, if she hadn't immediately collided with a suit of armor.

Normally she'd have twisted passed the man without trouble, but with her reactions dulled by the headache she settled for turning and running the other way. Sudden pain erupted up her spine as the man grasped tightly upon her tail ending her flight. Shouts from the inn and the drunken man stumbling after her lead Sweet-Lips to the realization that her luck wasn't so keen that morning.

With a sigh she tossed the purse back at the man. He was so surprised that it bounced off his chest and hit the street, scattering coins everywhere. The man was then too preoccupied with gathering his coins to deal with her, so she turned to address the tail-grabber. The tail-grabber was wearing the heraldry of Great House Telvanni. How much did she drink last night?

The guard muttered a spell, siphoning the green energy through her tail. Panic took Sweet-Lips as she bared her claws at his gauntleted hand. The guard reeled back letting go of her tail to draw his sword, his face showing uncertainty. Sweet decided to take that chance to flee, but two steps into her flight she stumbled on numb legs. Her vision blacked out as the guard's spell took hold of her.

"At least it was supposed to wake her."

"Don't worry father. We can work out the kinks."

"Ah, no. See that, she's waking up."

Sweet-Lips woke to find herself being stared at by a wrinkly Telvanni and a bratty soot. She didn't know where this lavish room was, who these ashes were, how she had gotten there, or who had changed her clothes. She was just going to get away first and figure out the details later. She sprung to her feet and rushed for the nearby window.

"Stop," the younger ashman commanded.

Sweet-Lips felt her legs give out and she plummeted to the floor. It would have been painful, if her body hadn't gone completely numb. Once she had sufficiently processed what had happened she came to realize that her limbs where no longer acting on her desire to get back up.

The duo approached her, the older one bemused, "The seller warned you she was fresh."

The brat laughed, "It will give us a chance to properly test the bracer then."

"If you're sure you can handle it," The old wizard sighed, "There's just one other command worth mentioning. The punishment command, 'pain.' Just be careful with it. Too many shocks can kill the servant."

"Oh," the boy mused, "Is that why the 'stop' command is typically used for escapees?"

"Of course," The wizard laughed, "And don't get too crazy. She's supposed to assist you with your work, not do your work for you."

There was a loud crash elsewhere in the complex.

The duo both groaned. "I'll handle this," the wizard suggested, "You can acquaint her with her duties." As the man left to handle whatever the loud crash was he turned back to add, "Happy birthday."

After the man had left, the boy examined Sweet as she laid flat and numb. She was so confused that she couldn't adequately decide if she was afraid or annoyed. This bracer on her arm gave him some sort of power over her, and she'd have to figure out a way to get rid of it.

"Stand," the boy commanded.

Sweet realized with a shock that she was fully incapable of insulting the boy for not knowing that she could not do so.

"Oh right," the boy sighed, then he grasped his amulet and repeated, "Stand."

Sweet felt herself regain her ability to act. Then obeyed the literal command. She would play along if she had to.

The boy looked her over like she was a piece of meat, grinning as he did so. It was at this moment Sweet realized how ridiculous her outfit was. She was wearing naught but a short skirt and vest, both barely able to contain her ample curves. He apparently noticed her flick her tail in disgust, which was odd for an ashman. Mostly soots didn't bother learning Khajiit body language, especially the Telvanni.

"Father purchased you to aid me in my chores and to assist me in my studies," he began, "But it is my birthday, so today we have no such tasks."

Sweet-Lips rolled her eyes, taking note of the various pains she was feeling. Someone had kicked her in the back at some point, falling to the floor made her knees ache, and her hands felt like they were on fire.

"I will need you to fetch ingredients for my potions, wash my clothes, set my baths, clean my room, and perform other mindless tasks I'm too busy to handle."

Sweet looked down at her hands, other than the large bracers weighing her down, she noticed a much more startling fact.

"Someone has stolen Sweet-Lips' claws!" she shouted.

"Yes," the boy sighed, "It's unbecoming for a slave to keep their claws."

"Unbecoming!" Sweet lunged at the fool.

"Pain!" the boy shouted in a panic, then fumbled with his amulet and repeated, "Pain!"

Sweet's spine twisted backwards and she was on her knees before her mind could process the immense agony she felt. The searing heat produced by the bracers flooded her entire body and twisted her into a helpless sea of tactile noise. After a brief moment the sensation was gone, and she was on the floor again, this time in a fetal position.

"That worked pretty well," the boy mused, "Maybe too well... Father probably should reduce that."

There was an awkward silence as Sweet-Lips found her feet again. The tingling reminder that he could end her with a few words inspired obedience towards her apparent master. After she removed the bracers, she'd have to destroy them.

"Sweet-Lips, huh?" The boy laughed, "I was thinking of giving you a new name, but I like that. Do you have Sweet Lips?"

"Sweet-Lips tastes fishy," she answered honestly.

"How would you know?"

"Sweet-Lips is very flexible."

The boy laughed loudly, "I'd like to see that!" Then he paused and realized, "I guess I could just command you to show me."

"You wish to taste Sweet-Lips?" She felt her face heat a bit as she sized up the boy. He was young but not a child, slim but not bony, deep blue skin and a raven hair. She wasn't much for soots, but she'd had worse.

The boy laughed some more, "Honestly, I'd like to see you lick yourself."

On the spot, Sweet twisted around to show the boy her backside, then bent over slowly until her ears touched the floor. She purred at the boy, before kneeling down to hide her face behind the short skirt.

With her face hidden, she pondered her situation. It seemed like the amulet allowed him to give commands, so she'd just have to get him to take it off. Or maybe if she got lucky he'd be stupid enough to get within reach.

**

A pair of hands found her hips, one grabbing the base of her tail. Her shock was doubled when he lifted her skirt, and pulled her up for a closer look. The boy wasn't particularly strong, but being grabbed by the tail was her greatest weakness. She tried to stand back up, but the hand not gripping her tail found the middle of her back and encouraged her to brace herself. After she assumed the position the hand fell back.

She felt a probing finger toy with her anus. She hissed at the boy, and he switched to her preferred hole, feeling the outside around it. He leaned in and took a loud sniff of her, then placed his lips on hers. She quivered as he took his first taste, but he tugged her tail again ruining the mood.

"You are sweet," he mused as he motioned her to the bed.

As she turned to present herself, he threw her onto the mattress and immediately dove into her headfirst. Sweet's back arced immediately as the boy tasted her once more. He lapped furiously at her with no hesitation until she was wet with more than haphazard saliva.

The boy then stood and presented himself. He was no Orc, but he was at least adequate. Sweet began to adjust so as to service him, but he pushed her back down. He grinned, taking in her soft form, realizing that her body was his to do with what he wanted, and he wanted her now.

The boy placed his hands on her hips and dragged her to the edge of the bed. He prodded fruitlessly, frustrating Sweet, but he soon found the mark. He thrust solidly entering deep immediately, Sweet purring coyly. She adjusted to the tightness, and quivered in anticipation, bracing herself with palms on his shoulders. He then pulled back a bit, the emptiness tingling with promised torrids, and thrust back in once more. He began pumping haphazardly, as the sensation was too much for him, but soon he found a rhythm. The boy leaned in to kiss her, but Sweet turned her muzzle, too busy enjoying herself to let some first timer ruin... and he came right then.

He was panting like an idiot, laying there for a few minutes. Sweet rolled her eyes as she pulled the amulet over the idiot's head. She considered what to do next, but noticed the awkward fact that the command words were written on the back. Maybe slaves weren't expected to be literate.

"Release," Sweet read aloud.

The boy stood up immediately as the bracers slid off Sweet's arms. She caught him on the way up in a strangle hold, and brought his head back inches from her face.

"You took Sweet-Lip's claws," she reminded the boy.

"No, I... the slaver, he..." the boy stuttered, then turned to shout.

Before he could do anything, Sweet-Lips cast a spell on the boy robbing him of his voice. The boy noticed his lack of sound and turned back in perplexion. It was Sweet's ace in the hole, the art of Illusion, and a Telvanni would never expect a slave to be smart enough for such things. She wrestled the boy onto the bed under her, pinning him down.

"Sweet-Lips thinks the boy will get off easy if he stays put," she threatened, "Sweet-Lips would not like to lower herself to soots' level."

The boy turned his head in shame, but Sweet forced him to look at her.

"Sweet-Lips also wants soot to know that he is awful at breeding," she growled, realizing that the threats were oddly arousing to the Dunmer.

"Sweet-Lips is not yours," she spat on him, "Soot is not worth Sweet-Lips' left fang."

***

The boy's erection brushed Sweet's tail, and she slapped the boy. She raised herself over him and took the boy to the hilt. The feeling of his nervous erection filling her was almost worth the annoyance he gave her. It was however not worth her claws.

With the ashman deep inside her, she turned to cast a locking spell on the door. Between that and the silence spell on the boy, No one should come to interrupt this.

Sweet-Lips took a moment to admire the feeling of the boy's warm flesh inside of her. She purred and took a moment to consider what all she planned to do to the soot. She decided that since it was obviously his first time, or at least she hoped it was for his sake, she'd have to stick to the basic and hope he could keep up.

She began to sway on his waist, taking him from side to side, letting him feel what it was like to be inside her. Despite being unable to speak, the ashboy was obviously enjoying this simple action. Maybe he'd last longer this way.

The soot's hands found Sweet-Lips' sides and gripped her fluffy thighs. His hips started to buck a bit on their own, and the kid seemed to be willing to accept the situation. This was not what Sweet had in mind, so she took his wrists in hand and pinned him down.

"Ash will let Khajiit have her way," Sweet-Lips growled, "Be still."

For some reason, her words caused the boy's cock to twitch and swell a bit more inside her. This brought a devious grin to Sweet's lips. The idiot liked being taken, and that's just what the Khajiit had in mind.

Sweet-Lips raised her hips up, letting the boy's erection feel the cold air for a moment, then she slammed back down on his pelvis. The boy gasped soundlessly. Sweet repeated the action, this time a little faster, and again yet faster, until she had a little rhythm.

"Still the worst Sweet has had in months," she told him.

The ashboy looked away, embarrassed, though his cock was still rock hard. He closed his eyes and took it, as she wasn't allowing him to do anything else.

"That's right soot," She taunted, "Sweet-Lips isn't yours. You are hers."

The Khajiit sped up her bucking, taking the boy deep within her each second. The boy's breath grew heavy, and she knew he wouldn't last much longer, but her own orgasm was coming. The boy grit his teeth, and Sweet was suddenly full again of hot soot seed. But she wasn't done with him yet.

She humped him at a feverish rate, rocking the whole bed, the wooden frame creaking under them. She rushed towards her orgasm as the boy's dick slowly deflated.

"Sweet-Lips needs. A bit. More."

With a last thump against him, Sweet-Lips felt her own orgasm rock her body. Her legs turned to jelly, and she barely managed to hold onto the soot's wrists. She couldn't allow herself to collapse as much as she wanted to.

Sweet-Lips rolled off the bed still barely able to stand. She did however manage to make it to the window, and turned to look at the soot, who was still dazed and confused. She shook her head and once her legs solidified she jumped out the window and made her escape.

Sweet-Lips would never forget this day. She made a promise to herself that she would find the man who declawed her and wring his neck.