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Boryn gazed at the bound Khajiit, his shaft hard and his stamina recovered, Jhor'rezz gazing at his shaft with curiousity and anxiety. The Dunmer was honestly tired of the kitty making 'accidents' just to have this happen, so he wasn't going to hold back. Sure, she had squirted as she watched him breed She-Who-Chirps, but he would ensure that this kitty would never have another 'accident'. He reached over and grabbed her chin, locking eyes with her.

"Let's not mince words, you keep having these 'accidents', such as dropping tea on purpose, 'losing' tools, and misplacing scrolls and documents. As much pleasure I'm sure it would bring you for me to just fuck you and be done, this time, I'm gonna make sure the lesson takes. Are we clear, Jhor'rezz?"

The Khajiit just stared, blushing deeply, not sure just what she got this time, but Boryn was certain that a multitude of lewd thoughts filled her mind. He held her head and presented the tip of his femslime covered cock to her, her mouth opening automatically. He slipped his shaft into her mouth, careful of her pointed teeth, letting her taste the Argonian's juices and his thick seed as he watched her face, looking for any sign of weakness.

And weakness he saw, seeing how her eyes fluttered at the cocktail of flavors, and in that instant, he shoved all fourteen inches into her mouth and throat, hearing her gag loudly in protest. As much as he detested oral, he had to admit, there was a certain thrill in hearing someone struggle to take his shaft, even if it wasn't enscorcelled to be larger. He just gazed into her eyes as he roughly thrust into her throat, her eyes watering at the rough treatment, but he could certainly smell her arousal. Even if he wasn't a beastkin, the fact that she was turned on this much to where he could smell her just showed how far she enjoyed being dominated.

Before she could even get used to it, he pulled out of her mouth, leaving her coughing a bit, regaining her breath before she felt herself becoming unbound, her vision filled with scaly thighs and a thick creampie slowly oozing out of a bred Argonian slit. She couldn't help herself, reaching out with her tongue, but she was just a hair's breath away from actually tasting that cream. Boryn knew what he was doing, keeping her pinned as he grabbed some oil, pouring it on the Khajiit's pucker, her tail up and swaying to show off the goods.

Her gasp and wriggling out of distress said it all, she hadn't experienced anything in her tailhole. However, the Dunmer was on a mission this time, to ensure Jhor'rezz didn't have anymore slip ups, and this was the farthest he'd gone with any of his slaves in terms of sexual deviancy. With her squirming, he gave her rump a hard smack, leaning over her to hiss in her ear.

"Remember, you're here to be punished, and as much I enjoy seeing you wracked in pleasure, I regret to say that this is more of a proper punishment. If there is a next time, I may just conjure a Daedroth to have their way with you. Are we in an understanding?"

Seeing her eyes widen in fear did nothing for him, but he would make sure not to just wreck her tailhole, he'd go slow, let her get used to the girth before doing anything else. It'd be a kindness versus his hanging threat, his tip pressing to her oiled pucker and pushing slowly, hearing her hiss as she felt her tailhole stretch slowly. He knew to go slowly, since if he just plowed her ass in wild abandon, she'd be injured, and every ounce of trust he may have had would have been thrown out the window, something he detested doing.

He felt his tip clear her sphincter, grunting out how tight she was, as she gave soft mewls of discomfort. He slowly pushed his length deeper, seeing She-Who-Chirps finally recover enough to see what was happening, blushing as she was now the voyeur, but upon seeing the Khajiit's face, her blush turned into shock, then hazy lust as she never considered such an act, but was now fantasizing how it would feel. Jhar'rezz, however, was struggling with the painful stretching, biting her lower lip as tears streaked down her face. She knew she was a troublemaker and knew how to push certain buttons. She also knew she brought this on herself, for as kind and caring as Boryn was, even he had his limits, and she had skirted on that edge for far too long. Deep down, however, she craved this. She craved being his little toy, and as arousing seeing her Slave Sister getting bred, she couldn't bring herself to bear kittens for him.

His threat, though, was like a knife, letting her know any further 'accidents' that weren't genuine, would land her with a Daedra, and she knew they had no mercy, death not even something they grant. She felt something in her get pressed, yowling loudly as she squirted hard. Boryn blinked, he wasn't even a quarter in, and she was already a yowling mess. Holding her tightly, he leaned in, looking at She-Who-Chirps while whispering softly, much to the Argonian's displeasure. The Khajiit moaned and mewled, tears still streaming down her face, his descent stopping as she gazed at him, seemingly weighing something heavily on her mind.

She shakily nodded, giving him express permission for something, and the Dunmer nodded in return, holding her hips tightly before slamming the rest of his length into her pucker. Her yowl was ear-splitting, but the Dunmer couldn't deny the massive orgasm she just got hit with, squirting as if her pussy was Red Mountain itself. He stayed completely in, letting her ride out her pain-ridden orgasm, then also letting her adjust, so that what would come next would be a pleasure versus that intense pain. Just to be safe, though, he did use a Restoration spell to ensure that if there was any damage, it would be repaired and healed.

Jhor'rezz panted on that Argonian pussy, coming down from that intense orgasm and inadverdantly making She-Who-Chirps moan at the breathplay, Boryn waiting for her vicelike grip to loosen and relax, rubbing the Khajiit's back and rump soothingly. He looked at the Argonian, who held the look of someone willing to try what he just did, and he shuddered as if he just woke up a dark beast in his slave, though with her commitment to him now, he'd have to draw up the proper paperwork and give her a reward worthy of one such as herself. This Khajiit, however...

She finally recovered from that intense orgasm, her anal walls relaxed, and that's when she felt him thrusting into her, mewling at the pain, but she felt that pleasure there too, and was wanting that pleasure to overwhelm the pain. She may have enjoyed getting punished, a secret thrill of hers when she was on the mainland and at the Dres Plantation of getting whipped and beaten, but not one of those Dunmer dared even to use her. Boryn was realizing that this kitten enjoyed being put in her place, and if what he was doing wasn't enough, he wasn't sure he wanted to walk down that path. Her ass was feeling good though, and he was enjoying that. He'll be much gentler next time, that's for certain.

Jhor'rezz yowled in orgasm again, anal something she was quickly growing to love. She was beginning to believe that her recieving anal was the ultimate form of her submission, next to that ring, and she didn't want that, not yet. She didn't want to lose the attention of Boryn, but she also didn't want to push him too far, and this was that fine line, a fourth orgasm ripping through her as her ass milked that dick.

Boryn grunted heavily, starting to sweat now, his kinky little kitty was really liking this, deciding to pick up the pace now that she was getting used to this, his balls smacking against her thighs, holding her hips tightly. He saw the Argonian grab Jhor'rezz's headfur and mash her face to her creamed nethers, grinding her crotch across that cat's face with a hiss of pleasure before he saw her tongue start lapping at it. He couldn't hold back at that sight, groaning as he blew his second load of the night into the Khajiit's ass, hearing a muffled yowl as she came for the fifth time.

He rested there, the Argonian hissing and moaning, the Khajiit rumbling as if she caught a salmon. He chuckled softly, slowly pulling out that deflowered ass, giving her rump a light swat, letting the two finish things up. He was done with them for now, so he removed the enchantment on his scrotum, pulling up his britches and resting against a wall, just watching.

It wasn't long before She-Who-Chirps hissed out in pleasure as an orgasm hit her, nowhere near as powerful as when Boryn had her, but enough to take the edge off, patting the kitty's head before scooting back, resting and recovering, rubbing her swollen belly. Jhor'rezz groaned as her senses slowly came back to her, wincing and hissing as her tailhole felt like it was stretched too far.

"Remember this, Jhor'rezz... and don't purposely screw up again. I'm not joking, either," and with that, Boryn grabbed his robe and stepped out, heading back to his foyer, intent on relaxing for the rest of the evening.

The following day, Boryn was sipping some coffee, looking at the latest report he recieved. A new shipment of slaves, with names, races, and genders printed. Even as an accomplished Telvanni Oathman, he kept an eye on the Slave Trade, as there were a few interests he had yet to 'experiment', and two caught his eye from this document. This would require a personal trip to Sadrith Mora, and a possible encounter with Hlaarun. He knew he'd have to deal with that s'wit sooner or later.

He began to gather his coin purse and other supplies, calling for his two escorts before heading out. She-Who-Chirps waddled in, sore from last night's events, but beaming like an expecting mother nonetheless, as she saw two papers on the table with a half-cup of coffee. One was something nearly made her faint, as it was an official document for her release, she was no longer a slave proper. The second document was a letter directed to her, saying that, while he can't have her as his wife proper, he can have her stay on as a concubine, if she so desired. She would still be able to see the other slaves for certain needs, and even see the other concubines to see that their needs are met, she just won't have to wear the collar any more.

She sat down in a chair, for the first time since she was brought to Tel Bryn, one of the actual chairs, and wept tears of intense joy. Her desires and requests granted just the night previously, and now, something she never even fathomed possible, her freedom. However, she couldn't just leave, she owed Boryn so much. He showed her kindness and love, in a weird way, yes, but it was so much more than any Dres Plantation or other Telvanni ever would dare to conjure. She was too excited to notice two names circled on the one document the Dunmer was holding. An Orsimer Female, and an Altmer 'female'.