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Rain pounded down from above onto my now thoroughly soaked body. I'd gotten caught in the rain on my courier job from Skingrad to Bravil and I was feeling absolutely miserable. Not only that, but it just so happened to storm the same day I wanted to try a faster, more direct path through the West Weald to get to Bravil. That wizard from the Mage's Guild said the weather would be perfect for travel. Damn lying wizards, should have known meteorology wasn't a magical study. . .

I squinted through the sheet of rain and made out what appeared to be a flicker of fire off in the trees. Hopefully it was a sign of civilization and not a particularly resilient forest fire. Slogging through the damp foliage I eventually was able to make out a lit torch stick to the side of a wooden structure which, upon getting closer, bore close resemblance to an inn. Great! Somewhere to shelter for the night, or at least until the rain stopped. I picked up my pace at the idea of a warm bed, fresh food and drink, and no threat of being assaulted by one of the many creatures indigenous to the Weald.

I finally reached the building and looked up at the structure while covering my eyes from the rain with my hand. Yep, it was definitely an inn. Could tell just by the architecture. Strange, it was like all inns were built from the same template or something. I circled around the side of the building to get to the front, passing under windows that were illuminated from the inside and various torches that were positioned around the house, just barely under the overhang so as to not be extinguished. Now that I thought about it though, why would they light up the entire outside of the building when the majority of the clientele would be either in the inn or using the front door? Did they get a lot of people wandering in from the Weald? Regardless, I was glad it was here.

Once I made it around to the front door, I looked up at the sign proclaiming the name of this particular establishment as the “Faregyl Inn". What was a “Faregyl"? The owner's name? A local herb perhaps? I made a mental note to bring it up with the owner. Well, Faregyl Inn couldn't be any worse than the Inn of Ill Omen so I made my way up the couple of steps to the door and pushed it open. I was immediately hit by all of the common aspects of an Inn: the warmth of a roaring fire, the smell of drink, and the homey looking interior. There was something missing though that I noticed immediately: there was nobody here! There was just the crackle of the fire in the fireplace and none of the normal rabble I'd come to expect from inns. No bartender, nobody at the tables. I looked back over my shoulder and considered leaving. It felt kind of strange to walk into the seemingly empty building.

Then I jumped as a thunderous boom erupted overhead and lit up the sky behind me. On second thought, this place seems great! I took a few steps in and started to call out for someone when I was suddenly rammed in the side by a large, furry weight. I managed to stay on my feet using my outstretched arms to maintain balance but the tan furred creature was still firmly wrapped around my chest. It looked up at me with its huge, pleading eyes.

“Oh sir! It's awful! They've stolen the jumbo potatoes! Every last one!" she wailed into my face.

I tried to think of a logical response and settled on “Uh . . ."

“You've got to help me get them back mister! Without them, how will I ever make S'jirra's famous potato bread?!" she continued, still staring at me unblinkingly with those large round orbs, looking as if she might break into tears at any moment. I wasn't sure what was going on exactly but I did know that it was very important that I chose my next words carefully.

“. . . Who?"

The strange female Khajiit then promptly buried her face into my chest and let out a few choked sobs. If I wasn't soaked through already I might have noticed her getting tears on my shirt but at this point it was like throwing a mug of water into the bay. I looked around the rest of the inn as the Khajiit muttered incomprehensible things into my chest between sobs, hoping there would be someone else in the room to help explain what was going on. Unfortunately nobody had magically appeared to gawk at the awkward situation unfolding.

I reached a hand down and patted the weeping cat on the head in a gesture I hoped was more comforting than racist. “There, there." I said, trying to think of something to say, “Can't you just, uh, make the bread with regular potatoes?" There was a loud moan and her sobbing redoubled. Alright then, maybe I could just keep quiet and wait this out.

It was a little while before I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and another female Khajiit came into the room carrying a crate of wine bottles and saying “S'jirra? Do we have a guest . . . ?" she trailed off as she became aware of what was going on.

“Help." I silently mouthed at her, gesturing down at the extremely distressed woman attached to my middle. The newcomer rolled her eyes and set the box down on the bar top in a manner that suggested this sort of thing happening wasn't anything new. “S'Jirra!" she put her hands on her hips, “What did I say about harassing the customers?"

S'Jirra looked up from my chest at the other, “But A-Abhuki, the potatoes . . ."

The other Khajiit, Abhuki apparently, came around from behind the counter to stand next to us. “You can ask him for help later S'Jirra dear. At least let the poor man get settled."

S'jirra sniffled and unhooked her arms from me, wiping her wet eyes over with one arm. “O-okay." She mumbled as she slowly turned around and wandered off toward the table at the back of the inn which I duly noted was the one littered with empty mead bottles.

I turned back to my pseudo-savior and now saw that on closer inspection she was wearing a low-cut robe that hugged her form and showed a generous amount of white, furry cleavage. I scratched my head in slight embarrassment and did my best not to stare. “Thanks for that. My name is Martin." I extended my hand out to shake.

She took up my hand and with a wry smile said, “This one is known as Abhuki, it is a pleasure." She looked over me and her eyes widened as she realized how wet I had become. “Oh but you are soaked through to the fur. Please, dry yourself by the fire dear. This one will see about drying your clothes." I thought about protesting but I couldn't turn down the offer of dry clothes. Abruptly, I was chauffeured over toward the fireplace by Abhuki. “Alright, now you stand right there and hold still. You won't feel a thing." She said as I turned around and looked at her, confused as to what she meant by that.

“What are you . . . AH!" I yelped as a flame was conjured in her clawed hand and then shoved toward me. Suddenly my entire vision was filled with flames. I was on fire! I panicked but just as I was about to start running around like a fiery, beheaded chicken I stopped myself. Something felt off. I didn't feel like I was burning alive. Admittedly I had never experienced it before but I was sure it would be more painful than this which wasn't painful at all. Just extremely hot.

Then, as fast as I had burst into flames I was suddenly extinguished and I was able to see clearly again. The smiling muzzle of Abhuki greeted me, her hand still palm up, small flickers of fire dancing on her fingertips. “What in Oblivion was that?!" I asked incredulously, realizing I was suddenly completely dry.

“Flame cloak!" she said excitedly as she circled around me and inspected my clothes. “It's really useful!"

I stared at my hands for a moment as she walked behind me, still kind of surprised they hadn't been turned into human charcoal. Confirming that I was still intact (and the same consistency as flesh) I tried to respond. “. . . For drying clothes?"

She sauntered back around to my front and rolled her eyes. “Not just clothes, you silly. It also makes a good coat for staying warm, a very effective bug repellent, and the perfect deterrent for when you don't want people to bother you." Hm, I thought, that would be very useful for when I was trying to deliver messages and had to get through a city. I then considered my own magical ineptitude. Oh well, I suppose I'll just stick with the tried and true cold shoulder technique. “And personally," I snapped out of my inner-monologue. “As a barkeep, it keeps lecherous hands to themselves." She gave me a wink and walked back towards the bar with a sexy sway of her hips and tail.

I stared for a while, transfixed by the hypnotizing motion of her tail swinging back and forth over her shapely behind, accentuated well by her form fitting robe. “Come on up to the bar and I'll fetch you something to drink sir, you must be parched." She called back over her shoulder. “The cloak tends to dehydrate the person as well – still working on that part." I blinked and then moved over to the bar, grabbing a seat on the nearest stool as she came around the other side. She leaned forward over the bar in front of me and braced herself on her two hands, looking at me. I stole a glance down before returning eye contact. They didn't fall forward at all – it was like they were locked into place like that in the robe! Amazing! And probably very uncomfortable to wear. She lifted one hand and made a sweeping gesture at the rows of bottles lining the wall behind the bar, “What can this one get for you?" Still nothing, I noted absently.

I looked back toward the wall and pondered my options. I could really go for that Surllie Brother 399 vintage, I thought as mouth watered and liver recoiled at the idea. I reached down and patted my side where I kept my coin purse and was distressed by the lack of the sound of jingling coins. I sighed inwardly. They never tipped the messenger . . . “Uh," I said, discretely bringing my hand back up to the bar top. “I'll just get a bottle of your cheapest red."

She gave me a knowing look and turned back around to the bottles, looking over the bottles briefly before mumbling under breath, “I swore had an open one around here somewhere . . ." she put a hand to her chin and flashed me a sideways look before bending over to search through the lower cabinets. I gulped and watched those sexy hips wiggle back and forth as she looked for the bottle. Was she flirting with me? There was no way. She came back up with a bottle in each hand. “I've got 'Wizardly Winery Red' and 'Kvatch Kabernet'. Which would you like?"

I absent-mindedly chose the “Kabernet" as I pondered the idea in my head. Khajiit typically didn't associate with other races in sexual affairs and the non-beastial races of Tamriel would reciprocate that sentiment. And yet, I was quickly becoming turned on by the idea of a fling with this Khajiit barmaid. Admittedly I was a lot more open minded than my Imperial kin. It came with the job as I had to interact with all of the various races throughout Cyrodiil on a near-daily basis. People always treated the beast-races poorly but if you could get past their exotic features they were really just like anyone else.

I kept glancing down as Abhuki took the bottle in both hands and screwed in the corkscrew. The way her arms pressed on her breasts made her cleavage more pronounced. She removed the stubborn plug with a firm tug and then turned back around to find a clean glass. I couldn't help but look down at her tail as it swept over her behind slowly, back and forth like a pendulum which threatened to hypnotize me. If anything, I think her felinoid characteristics were only making her more attractive.

She spun back around, glass and bottle in hand and poured me a glass of the red liquid. She nudged the glass over to me, “There you are sir, one glass of 'Kabernet'." I could practically hear the air quotes around “Kabernet" but thought nothing of it. I took the glass and brought it to my lips, distinctly aware that Abhuki was looking at me while I took my drink, as if expecting something.

I took a swig and had to suppress a gag as the pungent flavor touched my tongue. What the hell did they make this out of? I swallowed quickly and coughed at the rough, acrid sensation the drink left in my throat. Abhuki suppressed a giggle at my reaction but she couldn't help the smile that had spread across her face. “Abhuki has just gotten that one a few days ago and has yet to sample that one." She commented with a sparkle of amusement in her eyes. “This one presumes you did enjoy it?"

I set the glass down and tried to forget that I would have to actually pay for it. “It tastes like burning! Like the vineyard burned down and they took whatever was left of the grapes and put it into bottles."

Abhuki chuckled and brought the glass to her own lips. “Sounds awful," she remarked before taking a drink. Her reaction was much less dramatic than my own which indicated a more resilient palette. Nevertheless her eyes widened noticeably and she opened her mouth a bit as her tongue moved about her mouth in distaste. She set the glass back down calmly. “This one will not be recommending it in the future. Here," she reached over to the crate she'd brought up and pulled out one of the bottles. “Let Abhuki get you a glass of something nicer."

“That's very kind of you, ma'am, but it's quite alright; I'll never be able to afford a bed with that kind of wine." I argued half-heartedly, seeing that the bottle she was opening was my beloved Surllie 399. I was deeply regretting having not taken more coinage with me before I left.

She shook her head as she pressed her breasts together once more and removed the cork. “No charge for this one dear, as apology. And please, you may call this one Abhuki."

“Oh, well, thank you . . . Abhuki." I replied gratefully as she handed me a new glass filled with the much better wine. I took a drink to wash away the burnt grape taste and was met with the refreshing flavors of which I was so fond. I had no idea why she did that, it was my stupid ass that decided to get it.

“Besides, Abhuki is in need of something good as well." She winked at me as she poured herself a glass as well and took a drink. It might have just been me but that seemed a lot more suggestive than it should have. I'd have to see where this was going.

About an hour or two passed as I drank progressively more and more, eventually finishing off the bottle while I talked with the attractive Khajiit bartender who had been drinking along with me albeit quite a bit less. Weird, I thought bartenders didn't drink on the job for a reason, I thought, my mind starting to wander as the alcohol took hold.

Currently, we had just reached the end of our last topical discussion and were in the awkward silence between coming up with another subject. I turned around to look behind me at the tables, all of them empty except for S'jirra's near the back. She was hunched over the table but not unconscious as far as I could tell. She looked like she was in that weird transitionary phase between passing out and drunken stupor.

I turned back around slowly and lowered my voice a little in case she was still cognizant enough to realize I was referring to her, “Sho what's up with her?" I asked, slurring slightly.

“Who? S'jirra?" she questioned, looking over my shoulder at the only other patron in the inn. “She's nice, lives here with Abhuki, and helps with the bar when the inn is busy."

“So, not very much then?" I asked with a smirk.

She gave a lighthearted laugh at my scathing comment. “You would be surprised how many customers we get during the trading season." She remarked. “Nobody wants to stay at that Ill Omen inn down the road." I nodded in agreement. Having been there myself, I knew for a fact that it was indeed a place of dubious repute. “She is very kind though, if a bit eccentric." Abhuki continued, leaning over the counter again and casting concerned looks back at the table. “Her special crop of potatoes was stolen. She's obsessed with those potatoes of hers, but Abhuki will be damned if they don't make the best bread ever." She licked her chops and a sort of glazed expression went over her face, as though she were vividly remembering their amazing taste.

“Is it really that good?" I asked, eyebrows raised in disbelief.

Abhuki held up a hand. “I think I still have a little from the last batch left over . . ." she murmured, reaching below the counter and pulling out a basket with a folded cloth within. “Here we are." She unwrapped the cloth to reveal half a loaf of ordinary looking bread. She grinned as she broke the piece in half and gave a part to me. “Try, it is amazing."

I took the bread from her hand and took a bite. I briefly contemplated whether that smile was more devious than friendly but was quickly distracted by the taste of the amazing bread. It was like an explosion of different bread and potato flavors in my mouth that was simply irresistible. Without a second thought I tore through the rest of the bread, taking great pleasure in it as a warmth seeped through me in a manner most unnatural. As soon as I'd scarfed down the last of the bread I immediately regretted it, realizing there wasn't anymore. I looked to Abhuki who had only taken a scarce few bites out of her own piece and was watching me with a look of amusement. I blushed in both embarrassment and from the newfound warmth that seemed to be flowing through my body. I couldn't believe I had lost control like that and been so rude.

Abhuki didn't seem to mind the way I'd mauled the bread though, rather, she found it quite amusing if the grin on her muzzle was anything to go by. “You enjoyed it, yes?"

I grinned sheepishly and scratched my arm in an embarrassed manner. “It's amazing! It's as if it hit every pleasure center in my mouth."

“Mhm," she purred in agreement, taking another bite of her half, continuing after she swallowed it down. “It has a few other effects as well. Very pleasurable when you are able to savor it."

“Savor . . . what?" I asked, my mind starting to blank as the unnatural heat now flowed through to my more private areas, arousal building up as a result and distracting me from what she was saying.

“The bread," she reiterated, her devious smile now widening as she saw the effect of the bread play out on me. She took another bite of her bread and chewed on it for what seemed like an eternity while I sat on the barstool and shifted left and right at my growing arousal. “It has some aphrodisiac-like properties," she finally continued. “Makes one more sensitive in . . ." she reached up with her free hand and softly grasped one of her breasts that never seemed to move. “Many places," she purred, gasping lightly as she teased herself through her robe.

All sense of modesty lost, I stared transfixed as the Khajiit gently massaged herself, my erection now straining against my pants. I couldn't help it. The bread, her lovely form, the semi-drunken bliss I was already partaking in were all too much. And now she was openly offering herself to me. I couldn't resist now if I wanted.

Abhuki kept looking at me as she teased herself, gauging my response before finally plopping the rest of the bread in her mouth and swallowing it down. “You like?" she asked, now using both hands to grope and massage her ample bosom.

“Y-yeah." I mumbled, using all my self-control not to reach across for her breasts or down to my pants. I may have been on a pleasure high but I still remembered that fire spell before. I was going to behave myself for now.

She came out from around the back of the bar and stood next to me, looking between my embarrassed face and the obvious bulge in my pants. “Then perhaps you would like to join Abhuki upstairs, hm?" she offered, resting a hand on my thigh and the other across my shoulders.

“Heh," I panted, breath shortening as the arousing feeling permeated my being. “O-okay. That would be n-nice." Her grin widened and her eyes sparkled with that familiar, devious tint as she eagerly took me in hand and pulled me toward the stairs going up to the second floor. I wasn't too inebriated so we made it up the stairs fine and burst into the first available room.

I wandered toward the bed while Abhuki closed the door behind me. I turned around to see how she wanted to do it but was only met with a shove as I was forced onto the bed. I leaned back on my arms and looked at Abhuki standing over me from my semi-upright position as she pulled down the shoulders of her robes. With great anticipation I watched as the cloth slowly slid down, revealing more and more until it finally fell free and her bare breasts were in plain sight. The short white fur of her chest thinned out as it came to the apex of her breasts, leaving bare skin spots open for her nipples. I marveled at the form her breasts, so firm-looking, perky and un-sagging. I wondered if it was really the dress that had made her chest so shapely and rigid or if her breasts were simply naturally like that for everything she wore.

Then it hit, as she was pulling down the rest of her robe, that I was still fully clothed! I quickly set out to rectify that, undoing my belt and pulling off my loose fitting tunic before moving down to my pants. But by the time I was reaching for them, Abhuki had completely disrobed and reached down to stop my hand. “Please, let Abhuki." She growled seductively and kneeled down in front of me, working her hands into my pants and eventually pulling my throbbing member free.

I gasped as she immediately lowered her mouth down onto it, the sensation magnified several times from the aphrodisiac nearly causing me to blow immediately. Somehow I managed to control myself as the Khajiit went down on me fast, burying my length in her mouth and working it all over. I gripped the sides of the bed hard as I was fellated, trying desperately not to blow my load so soon but it was just so sensitive. And Abhuki had wasted no time on teasing or a handjob, instead just going straight for it. Periodically she would look up at me as she worked up and down my shaft, trying to see my reaction. Apparently it wasn't good enough because she kept redoubling her efforts each time. Eventually I had to look away from her down there as the very sight of it was only bringing me faster to my limit and it was very fast approaching already.

Not even thirty seconds later I was panting and groaning as my climax approached. “A-ah-buhki! Com-come s-s-soon~" I gasped out as best I could, looking down at her. I think she muttered something sounding like an acknowledgement around my dick in her mouth but I couldn't really make it out. What I did notice however was that instead of pulling off like I'd expected, she went further. I groaned as my maleness sunk all the way into her mouth and down her throat. Then, she bobbed back and forth on the spot and massaged the sensitive underside of my penis with her rough, sandpaper like tongue. With a grunt I released, unable to hold back anymore, into her mouth. She stayed like that for a bit but then pulled off as my climax started to taper, letting a few of the last spurts land in her maw.

Panting heavily, I watched as she pulled herself off my member entirely and licked her lips while flashing me a sultry look. Using my knees as a brace, she pulled herself up and then got onto the bed on top of me so she was now straddling my waist. “Mmm, see how sensitive it makes one feel?" she purred, grinding her warm, wet lips up against my half erect cock. I realized with surprise that it was already coming back to life, growing hard again at the stimulation. “Makes one so easy to please. And so eager to mate."

She panted as she continued to rub her own overly-sensitive lips up against my manhood. She gasped and let out little growls of pleasure as it would grind up against her clit and various other sensitive spots. I just laid back and allowed her to work my erection as she seemed want to do. Then, without forewarning, on one slide up my shaft, she went just a little higher and came back down now fully impaled on my erection. She let out a loud gasp and her eyes closed shut as her body tensed and I felt her walls convulse wildly around my member and stimulating it. I realized with a start that she had just climaxed from the single motion.

After a few seconds she seemed to slump forward toward my chest before taking a deep breath and straightening herself up again. I watched in silent amazement as the Khajiit who had only just climaxed a few moments ago now found the willpower to start grinding her hips into my lap, already trying to work her and myself to the next. Eventually she started to move up and down on my length, moving slowly before speeding up to the point where she was bouncing on top of me. My climax was coming faster than I expected considering I'd only just came a few minutes ago at most and I could tell Abhuki was getting there as well as her motions started to become more erratic.

I stared up at her large breasts which bounced ever-so-slightly as she rode my cock to her imminent climax. How did they keep that form so well? I reached up with my hands to grasp them, both out of curiosity and knowing full well that they were sensitive. She mewled pitifully as my fingers worked to caress her chest and tweak her exposed nipples. They felt just like any other pair of breasts, I thought absentmindedly, still too focused on the overwhelming sensation of fucking my super sensitive member.

I must have pushed the right buttons when I grabbed her chest because it seemed to send her right into her next orgasm. I grit my teeth as her walls began to pulse around my member once more, but this time I couldn't hold out. I exhaled sharply as I released my second load, this time into her spasming vagina. She pushed herself down as far onto me as she could go as she felt me start to release inside of her and, on instinct, I moved my hands down to her hips to hold her in place as I gave a couple of desperate, upward thrusts.

Eventually we both came down from our climaxes and this time when she slumped forward, she came down all the way so that her furry body was pressed up against my own, my member, still semi-erect, resting in her warm folds. She looked up at me briefly, as if to say something, but then thought better of it, and lowered her head back down onto my chest, purring happily.

I laid there for a while as a myriad of thoughts floated through my sex-addled mind. Who was watching the bar? Could humans and Khajiit interbreed? How was I going to pay for that wine? But soon I drifted off into sleep while my lovely Khajiit partner followed suit, slipping into slumber on top of me. Problems for another day . . .