Cat's Pet
Kinita slowly sauntered over into her encampment, a pair of slaughterfish hanging off her shoulders. Setting them down on a nearby slab of stone, the Khajiit huntress plucked the dagger hanging off her fraying leather belt and began to descale and clean her catch before her master arrived. Humming a nameless tune, she thought back to her life before this, among the caravans of Elyswyr. Back then, she was just a naïve cub, clueless as to how everyone else in the world viewed her people, and the females besides. How she realized, too late it seemed, that the last caravan owner had brought her along only for the warmth her nubile form had in his tent.
So, if giving the choice between suffering as a voiceless toy for his amusement, to be fucked again and again until she was truly broken, or poisoning the bastard, she would choose the poison again in a heartbeat.
That was four years ago. Since then, she had gone and willingly submitted to her new and current master, who thankfully didn't require much. Just some help in hunting, a body to be next to in the chill Skyrim winters, and a willing slut during the mating season. A cracked branch snapping caused Kinita to whirl about in place, fangs bared in a hiss. A scant moment, she quickly lowered her head, ears back as her master advanced on her with a warning growl.
To the horror of most, and a genuine surprise to Kinita at first, her master was a full grown sabre cat. And a fierce and virile one too, considering how often the Khajiit laid with her beastly master after a particularly good hunt. Padding softly to her, Master chuffed gruffly as he inspected his female, testing her subservience. As if on cue, Kinita placed herself on the dirt, turning belly-side up in total submission. Master reached over to her, only pressing a massive forepaw gently atop her chest, his claws only lightly digging through her fur. Mewling, Kinita went as limp as she could, and after a moment, Master pulled his paw away.
Kinita flipped over to stand on all fours and crawled under Master's bulk, butting the side of his head with hers, the Khajiit beginning to purr. The sabre cat stood there stoically as Kinita supplicated her master's body, her nimble tongue and fingers grooming the larger feline's fur. Soon however, Kinita came to the best part of Master, a bit of pink already beginning to show. Leaning in close, she licked her lips as the male's musk assaulted her nose, the spot between her thighs already growing wet with need.
Master sniffed the air loudly, and moved to investigate Kinita's scent. And while she was disappointed at the sudden lack of access to the sabre cat's package, Kinita still was glad that Master was interested in her. So, she raised her tail up high and waved her ass invitingly. The moment Master's rough tongue caressed her lower lips firmly, the Khajiit yowled in orgasm, flooding Master's sensitive nose with her willing and fertile scent. And had the sabre cat been capable of higher thought, he would have lost it as instinct kicked in, demanding that he breed the female below him. Wasting no time, Master covered her, his frame overshadowing hers as Kinita felt the sabre cat's lust prod her sodden lips.
With a satisfied rumble, Master thrust his thick masculinity into her slick tunnel, his barbs scrapping and teasing as his length pressed on. Kinita, still recovering from her last climax, quivered in rapture as Master began to rut her in earnest, his barbs sending her deeper into mindlessness. From the delicious friction between his cock and her core, and the way that Master gripped the nape of her neck, Kinita was glad to submit to him fully. He growled in satisfaction as he began claiming her savagely, his balls slapping her clit with rapid, wet smacks. Moaning in pleasure, Kinita clenched her insides, trying to keep Master's slick shaft inside of her, the sharp pain of the barbs digging into her sensitive insides reminding her by the second who currently owned her body.
He was getting closer, she could tell. He was pounding her into the ground, his paws shuffling to keep pace as he pressed her forward in the dirt, the delightful friction teasing and mashing her deliciously firm breasts into better than any drunken ravager of the night. The roiling hot sensation of pleasure was building up in her gut, pooling in her loins. The scent of her and Master's combined juices left a sweetly scented musk that fueled Master's libido, his hips jackhammering to the finish. And then, it happened.
With a gasp, her loins clenched.
With a snarl, he entered her fully.
With a howl, she came.
With a roar, he came.
The tip of Master's turgid spire pressed hard against the entrance to her womb when the first spurt erupted within Kinita, the Khajiit reeling in pleasure as the hot, almost scalding cum flooded her insides, the tide of white almost filling her with the one spurt. Master growled and snarled as he continued to pound her cunt, his spire still erupting thick ribbons of seed into her, the feline's passions soon leaking from the female whenever his length retreated. For all Kinita knew, it could have been moments or minutes later that Master finally stopped cumming inside of her, only then pulling back. Mewling in content, Kinita simply lay there with her ass and tail in the air while Master padded over to her front, his length still bobbing stiffly before her eyes. With simple adoration, she pulled herself closer to the larger feline and began to clean him off, her tongue sweeping and twirling amongst the fluid coated barbs.
Master began purring at the treatment, and Kinita smiled as she quickly engulfed the thick cock in her mouth. The treatment last a minute before Master shuddered again, sending rivers of pent up cum down her throat. The Khajiit happily swallowed it all, her tail flicking behind her as the salty, musky liquid battered her taste buds. Soon, the flow stopped, and she slowly pulled away, sucking the last remnants of her and Master's cum off the receding dick. Content with the breeding he had done, Master walked back over to his kill, an elk that was still in one piece. Lazily, Kinita went back over to her fish and finished preparing them before taking them to a small pit.
Minutes later, the two felines lazed about, eating their respective meals as a small fire crackled. Looking up, Kinita saw that the sun was setting. Yawning, she crawled over to Master and curled up beside him, inhaling the fierce, earthen scent of the large cat. She was where she belonged, right by her master's side.
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*Funny story this one. So, I'm browsing a certain forum on Skyrim mods when I come across a compilation of alternate starts to your character. I check it out, and lo and behold, one of the options was 'I've been enslaved! I am a sabre cat's pet.' And me, being the horny and dirty bastard that I am, decided 'you know what? I'm going to write a story based on that, and I'm going to see how sexy I can make it!' *
And thus, this story was fucked into existence. I hope you horny wackos enjoy it as much as I did writing it, and please, review and comment down below if you'd like! Also, be sure to keep your keyboards clean! Think of the children!