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In the cover of night, with nothing but the illumination of the moon to guide them, a small creature bounded over roots and branches alike, bounding across harsh branches and through thick grass and flowers. The creature was looking for something in particular...or rather, someone.

The small leaps and bounds eventually lead the creature to a small clearing in the middle of the dense forest. In that clearing sat a small shrine carved from rough stone, a tiny statue built to portray a large man with impressive antlers. This was it. That was what he was here for.

The creature stepped into the moonlight and its form was finally revealed. It was more than just a creature: it was a small housecat, but it would scratch anyone who referred to it as such. Clad in a pretty brown and golden cream coat, the quadruped cat, known as a subspecies of Khajiit known as Alfiq native to Elsweyr, bore a hood over its fuzzy face and a long, flowing cloak that covered along its back. Its eyes were centred on the statue, but as it drew close, the snapping of twigs underfoot caught its attention.

From the darkness of the forest, another figure emerged. It was considerably larger than the housecat, and it was more canine than anything else. The housecat was familiar with its ilk: it was a werewolf, though its original species was something that was hard to identify. It didn't matter, however, for this werewolf was clearly intending to stay within its transformed state. It slowly padded across the grass and paused by the statue, its tattered clothes an indication of a fairly recent transformation, though the cat had to wonder why. Perhaps it had sensed danger and changed on pure instinct.

"Hmm...I thought I smelt death just now. How odd..." The werewolf muttered, worry lining his face and muzzle, before locking eyes with the cat in front of him.

"What brings a cat to Hircine's grotto, I wonder?" The werewolf muttered aloud, squatting down and resting his elbows on his knees, toes digging in against the dirt. He looked as if he was talking to himself, and that made the cat scowl.

"I'm a Khajiit, you know!" The cat replied, and the werewolf's eyes widened in surprise at the sudden retort. He hadn't expected the creature to talk-- but, then again, he should have potentially realised it was more than a normal housecat, considering it wore some modicum of clothes.

"...My apologies, then," The werewolf replied, bowing his head briefly. "It's rare to see a subspecies such as yours so far from Elsweyr."

"Well..." The Khajiit began, looking a little bashful now that the werewolf was being humbled. "A civil werewolf is a rare sight of it's own."

The Khajiit's remark, for whatever reason, made the werewolf chuckle. It started as a slow laugh, but quickly developed into a tittering giggle that had the werewolf hunched over, albeit slightly. It was a little unnerving, but the Khajiit stood his ground regardless, looking the werewolf up and down.

"Well, yes, that's quite true. Where I'm from, there are certainly no such thing as 'civil monsters'." The werewolf mused, before his features smoothed over and that once amused expression quickly lapsed back into a serious demeanour.

"Now...a cat wandering into Hircine's shrine is just an unfortunate accident. But a Khajiit wandering here, especially one as rare as you...well, I'd be a fool if I didn't think that was suspicious," The werewolf continued. "So tell me: what brings you here? And you'd do best not to lie."

"Is that a threat, puppy?" The Khajiit hissed in response, raising himself up onto all fours and arching his back. In an instant, electricity crackled across the feline's body and the werewolf was momentarily taken aback, stunned by their display of adept destruction magic, a school of wizardry common to mages across Tamriel. However, the werewolf had his own trick up his sleeve.

With a wave of his hand, the werewolf's body quickly became enveloped in a thin membrane of magic, that hardened like rock and glittered in the moonlight, yet was flexible enough to allow him the luxury of moving. The werewolf moved into a seat nearby, perching his ass on a large rock and cocking up one paw onto the rock beside him, resting his knee against it.

"You're not the only one well-versed in a tree of magic, Khajiit," The werewolf warned, his eyes glowering with a hidden warning. "I'd suggest you relax. I merely asked you a question, and I want an honest answer."

The Khajiit didn't falter, not for that moment at least. He kept his eyes trained on the werewolf for a little while longer as his mind ran through the possible outcomes of their duel. Though the werewolf didn't know it, the Alfiq was trained in both Destruction and Conjuration...but then again, the werewolf could be trained in other schools of magic other than Alteration, which is a primarily defensive art. If the Khajiit took a gamble and the werewolf was also a Restoration mage, then he'd be in trouble. The only logical course of action was to stand down.

Slowly, the Khajiit lowered his back and rested his body down against the grass, the crackling electricity around him discharging in a matter of seconds. The werewolf relaxed as well, though that coating of defence didn't waver, presumably because it had already been set.

"Well..." The Alfiq began. "Let me begin, then. My name is S'aksa Javamnihn, though S'aksa is just fine. I came in search not of the shrine of Hircine...but of a werewolf."

"A peculiar thing to hunt for," The man replied. "May I ask why it is that you're searching for one."

"For their blood. Nothing untoward, I assure you," S'aksa continued, idly licking his front paw. "I need it purely for my own use, not for coin."

"That still doesn't quite explain what you want it for. How do I know you're not making some horrid ritual to attack the prince I worship?" The werewolf wasn't even sure if that was a thing, but he was too wary for this talking cat to really be so willing to offer up his blood without an explanation.

"I suppose there's no harm in telling you." The Alfiq rose, streching his body out completely before padding across the grass and getting closer. In the moonlight, the cat's eyes glimmered with a hidden wisdom, and a peculiar tension set in the air, hanging thick like a fog.

"I'm a vampire," S'aksa didn't hesitate to reveal his deepest secret. "Have been for hundreds of years."

At the mention of such a sworn enemy, the werewolf slowly rose to his feet, and the Alfiq briefly smirked as he was given a rather unintentional shot of the werewolf's sheath bouncing around beneath the tattered, shredded scraps of cloth that clung to his hips and legs.

"A creation of Molag Bal? You've got quite the death wish. You know that very few trust a vampire, and even fewer trust one as open as you." The werewolf pointed out, immediately on edge, and S'aksa rolled his eyes and cast his gaze away.

"Whilst I applaud your knowledge," The housecat began. "I implore you to hear me out, even if it's only for a minute or two!"

There was an uncomfortable silence that lasted a lot longer than necessary, where the Alfiq waited for the werewolf to say something, and the beast in turn didn't utter a sound. Eventually, S'aksa took that as his cue to continue.

"When you've lived as long as I have, you come to learn that immortality is just too much effort," The Khajiit continued. "And vamprism is not an easy cure, not when it's 'set in' for as long as I've had it...but there is one way."

"Ah...werewolf blood. Yes, I understand now," The werewolf solemnly nodded, relaxing just a little. "I remember reading in an old archive at the Imperial Library that an easy cure for vampirism was lycanthropy."

"Yes," S'aksa agreed. "And the added advantage is that anyone who has already contracted lycanthropy is immune to vampirism. Seems like a win/win situation to me to simply become a lycanthrope, without any added harm to whoever might give it to me."

"...So you came to a shrine of Hircine, hoping to find a wandering patron."

"You catch on quick, puppy."

"Watch your tone. I haven't exactly agreed to your little request," The werewolf gruffly nodded. "How do I know this isn't some fool's trick to kill me off by draining me of my blood?"

"Then you'll die knowing that you gave Hircine yet another worshipper, and deprived Molag Bal of another thrall," S'aksa's eyes twinkled, his words sharp as a knife. "...But alas, you've said it yourself: you can't trust a vampire. I can give you my word, but we both know it's not enough. You'll just have to take the chance."

"And if I refuse?" The werewolf glared, his entire body tensing.

"I suppose I will have to look elsewhere..." The Khajiit mused. "But that might take any number of days...weeks, even. Perhaps months, even years! Only the Divines and I will know how many mere mortals I might go through to sate my hunger in the meantime...how many potential new vampires I might create in my haste to sully my appetite."

It was a bind, and one that the werewolf didn't like. He knew he was effectively cornered, as far as the bargain goes: his good nature wouldn't allow him to allow this vampire to walk away from here alive, but he also knew he had no chance against him in combat. The vampire was immortal, and likely had many years of experience, but the werewolf himself was only in his 30s. Though he had a good grasp on his body, and the blessing of Hircine along with it, it wouldn't be enough. Though the werewolf was mostly placing his chances on the tales he'd heard of vampires, from the man's perspective it seemed that the Alfiq's proposal was his only real option if he wanted to avoid casualties.

S'aksa had planned the scenario out quite carefully, hedging his bets on the man's sense of justice and pride. Of course, the Khajiit was aware the werewolf didn't have a choice: he was just waiting for the werewolf to figure it out himself.

"If I do this..." The werewolf began. "I want something in return."

"The name it. I'm sure I can accommodate whatever you want." S'aksa was quick to offer him whatever he wanted.

"I've never had sex with an Alfiq before."

That, however, was not what S'aksa had been expecting.

Of all the things he'd gleaned from the werewolf in the span of their 10 minute conversation, 'cat lover' had not been on the list of things that S'aksa had mentally jotted down. Immediately, the Alfiq's eyes widened and he stared up at the werewolf, who offered him nothing but a blank, unreadable expression.

"Are you just fooling around? Or are you actually serious? Are you just trying to shock me into giving up?" S'aksa retorted, and the werewolf slowly shifted on his standing position, eyes darting around.

"I was originally joking, but now I'm not. Let's do it." The werewolf's expression never faltered. It was getting more and more difficult to read his expression, and so S'aksa was forced to take him at his word instead.

"To think you'd go that route..." The housecat chuckled, but the twinkle in his eye suggested he wasn't at all insulted by the proposal. "Are you sure you want to go through with this?"

"Of course. It would be unbecoming to go back on my word."

"Then lay with you I shall...in return for a nip of that blood." S'aksa trotted closer as the werewolf moved, squatting down and nestling himself into a sitting position, laying his back up against the rock. The Alfiq moved in between the werewolf's impressive, toned legs.

"Can I at least know the name of my soon-to-be lover?" S'aksa purred as the werewolf reached down, using a single imposing claw to shread what was left of the garments around his crotch. The cloth fell away with ease to reveal the plump black sheath and the weight ball sack that sat comfortably beneath it.

"Ruliss," The creature replied. "Ruliss Thilinal."

"...Altmer? Well, colour me surprised..." S'aksa remarked quietly. The Alfiq bowed his head and quietly purred, nuzzling his slightly vibrating nose up against the werewolf's sheath. He nosed back and forth, picking up the scent of his odour, his natural musk with his sensitive nose. As he dragged his muzzle up, he brought his sandpaper-like tongue to the tip of Ruliss' sheath, and he gently lapped at the sensitive entrance as the werewolf sucked in a deep breath through his teeth. It was clear that he was sensitive.

Ruliss didn't say much, nor did he protest: he knew he was pushing his luck with this anyway, so he instead resorted to keeping quiet, letting the cat do as he liked. He gently spread his legs a little further with each passing moment, beginning to relax as the cat gently wormed his tongue across the fat sheath. It didn't take long for the werewolf's cock to begin poking from its housing, steadily twitching under the Alfiq's assault.

A gentle groan escaped the werewolf's muzzle as S'aksa bowed his head, taking the tapering end of that canine cock into his mouth. He felt it violently pulse and twitch under the warmth of his tongue and muzzle alike, and the small Khajiit closed his eyes, relishing the gentle, warm throbbing as the cock grew and grew, sliding deeper along his rough tongue and against the roof of his mouth. The werewolf reached down, plucking idly at the feline's clothes, gently beginning to pant. His arousal was obvious.

S'aksa knew he couldn't exactly do much in the way of oral, not with his small mouth and the werewolf's impressively sized cock, which was already growing harder and longer under his assault. He eventually had to pull back, resorting to gentle licks and nuzzles along the length of the member as it began to grow against his nose, reaching the stage of full mast in just under a minute. 7 inches of thick werewolf cock greeted the Alfiq, who wondered how his small body would be able to handle it. He didn't dwell too much on it and instead focused on the steadily swelling bulbous knot that inflated around the base of the werewolf's thick length. Ruliss made a point of quickly sliding his sheath back so that his knot didn't get stuck.

"That's it..." Ruliss growled quietly, sighing through his muzzle as S'aksa exploring tongue roamed up and down his length, dragging from base the tip and covering the entirety of his cock in a delightfully thin film of spittle. It was clear after a while of licking, however, that the cat's tongue alone wasn't going to be enough to finish him off. Not only that, but the werewolf didn't exactly want the cat to feel left out, either.

Wordlessly, the werewolf reached down, scooping the cat up in his large, imposing hands. S'aksa instinctively mewled and squirmed, but he didn't fight as much as he should have as Ruliss turned the cat around, laying the furry feline across the length of his chest and stomach, with S'aksa's muzzle aimed towards his cock, and the cat's ass aimed at the werewolf's face.

"Is this your idea of foreplay?" S'aksa hissed in annoyance, but his complaints soon stopped when the werewolf's muzzle and tongue met with his ass. He hadn't expected the man to be so into it, yet there he was, already slathering his tongue against the feline's asshole. S'aksa couldn't help but lightly purr, his front paws flexing and curling gently with each lick and slobber. He hadn't enjoyed this feeling in quite some time.

Ruliss was rather relentless in his licking, his tongue worming up and down, feeling the pucking quivering against his tongue. The more that he got into it, the more adventurous he became, until his tongue was beginning to probe and prod against the feline's behind. After a few moments, the tongue plunged forth, his appendage thrusting into the cat's behind and sinking in as far as he could muster-- which was, unfortunately, only a couple of inches. Regardless, his efforts bore fruit: he could hear S'aksa mewling and felt him shuddering as his tongue slid deeper and deeper, catching the feline's insides this way and that.

S'aksa had lived quite a few years, but this had to be the most extreme of all the situations he'd ever encountered. He was still shocked to find a werewolf so keen to please him, and he was even more shocked with how ruthless he was. The Alfiq soon found himself huffing and panting, his muscles tense and his typically natural breathing laboured and heavy. His small cone-shaped cock prodded against the werewolf's chest, its barbs prickling the skin beneath his fur here and there, though the man didn't react. Instead, Ruliss dutifully continued to tongue-fuck him, until the housecat Khajiit was a panting, flustered mess.

Satisfied he'd played his part well, the werewolf eventually pulled his tongue back, admiring the cat's slightly stretched ass, the way it quivered and clenched in the cool night air, before he lowered the feline down, scooting him further and further down the werewolf's body until his intentions became clear. It didn't take long for S'aksa's paws to touch the grass once more, his tail raised and his lower hand suspended by the werewolf's strong grip around his thighs, holding his legs apart with the feline's feral pucker hovering above his turgid, tapering cock.

"You don't seriously plan on doing that, do you?" The cat tentatively asked, and a growling chuckle escaped the werewolf's lips.

"Why not? You're a vampire, it's not as if it'll hurt that much." He didn't hesitate in lowering the ass down towards his member, the tapering tip of his cock meeting with the cat's behind. The tip was swallowed up in an instant, but the worst was yet to come. The feline's back paws tensed and stretched out, toes splaying as the werewolf sunk his cock deeper, the thick part of his member shortly after the tip passing over the cat's tight ring and sliding deep into him. Deeper and deeper he sank, until his twitching length passed the halfay way, where his cock was arguably the fattest-- apart from his knot, of course.

It was clear to Ruliss that the cat might not be able to take all of his cock: that was evident from the way he felt every spasming inch of the Alfiq's insides clamping down around his member, spasming and squeezing periodically, accompanied by S'aksa's quiet meowing that occasionally drifted into quiet growls. That didn't stop the werewolf from getting what he wanted out of their little deal, however, which in that moment in time involved busting a fat load into the cat's tight, quivering ass.

"By the Divines, you're tight..." The werewolf muttered, using his hands to tug the feline back up, before sliding him down again. He slowly began to thrust and move, leading himself into a steady rhythm of thrusts as slid his hips upwards and instincitively began to pound and hump into the feline's behind. His fat balls swung up and down with every thrust and it didn't take long for the air to become filled with the wet sounds of their lewd sex.

Ruliss' cock was readily oozing pre-cum, which only seemed to aid his thrusts, and the feline teetered on his front paws, eyes lidded over as the pleasure surged through him. The werewolf was quick big, and rather rough, but the man's previous remark had been correct: there wasn't all that much pain, considering he was a vampire. The werewolf's heavy panting and thrusting made the vampire keenly aware of the juicy blood pumping through the man's veins: even from this distance, he could pick up his quickened heartbeat, beating ever faster as his thrusts picked up.

Inside of him, S'aksa felt a stirring, a gentle coaxing of pleasure that grew more and more intense as time went on. Each thrust of the werewolf's hips stabbed at a spot inside of him that made everything feel giddy, and S'aksa had spent enough time laying with men to know what the was. He just needed the werewolf to keep going for a little while longer.

Luckily for him, Ruliss planned to do just that. His thrusts quickly began to speed up and he lidded his gaze, relishing the sensations of those gripping inner walls around his cock, squeezing and stroking his member as he relentlessly bucked into the cat's behind, thankful that no-one would see him violating what many might have considered a helpless animal. His thrusts had managed to allow him the luxury of slipping in his cock deeper and deeper, until his knot met with the cat's entrance, over and over.

"Hnn...I'm close, are you, puppy?" S'aksa asked aloud, his breathing low and heavy, his cone-shaped dick bobbing back and forth, pre-cum dripping from its end. It was clear he was right on the edge, his mewls and gentle squirming making that all too clear.

"Almost...almost...!" The werewolf panted out, his panting resorting into low, quiet grunts as he forced the cat's ass down on his cock, over and over. He had hoped to tie, but he knew it just wasn't possible. Instead, he resigned to the next best thing: burying himself as deep as he could. With his pleasure as its peak and his teeth gritted, he thrust his hips upward and slid the cat down onto his member one last time.

With a sigh, he climaxed, thick plentiful spirts of cum shooting into the feline's behind as his knot swelled, pulsing warmly with each twitch and throb. The cat in front of him mewled and the werewolf cocked his head to the side enough to see the Alfiq's cone-shaped cock spurting little strings of cum onto the grass, a clear sign that he had orgasmed at the same time. The smell of sex hung thick in the air and the two of them were left panting, spent and exhausted.

After a minute or so of just standing there-- or sitting, in Ruliss' case-- the werewolf eased the feline up off his cock and relinquished his grip from this thick thighs, allowing the feline room to move. S'aksa limped on all fours for a moment, padding around, before he inevtiably circled and moved back in between the werewolf's legs, curling up alongside his inner thigh and resting his head on the warmth of his flesh.

"Mmh. Who know an Altmer could do things like that..." The feline purred, and Ruliss rolled his eyes.

"One of the many gifts of Hircine, my friend," He assured him. "...Now...a deal's a deal, I suppose. I won't back out on my word, now that you'd held up your end. Where do you want it?"

"Hmm..." S'aksa licked his muzzle at the thought of blood. "Your wrist works just fine."

At his command, Ruliss lowered his arm down, angling his wrist to the side and exposing the veins at the joint. That seemed to work for the Alfiq, who leant his head over and immediately sunk his teeth into the werewolf's wrist. It stung, albeit briefly, but the pain subsided after the moment was replaced by a warm fuzzy feeling that made his skin tingle. It was nice.

S'aksa didn't take much, keeping to his word. After 20 seconds or so, when the Khajiit had is fill, he backed off, retracting his fangs and trotting away from the werewolf. He moved a considerable distance away and the werewolf frowned, wondering what he was doing.

"Where are you going?" He called out to him, and the feline turned his head.

"I imagine the transformation is quite gruesome. When I'm done, I'll come back...if you're still here." With a flick of his tail in farewell, the cat bounded back through the trees and vanished, leaving the werewolf there alone.

With a sigh, Ruliss leant back and glanced up at the shrine to his left, grimacing.

"Do I do the right thine, Hircine?" He asked, met with a resolute silence. "...Only time will tell."