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The trip to the cave was short, the distance no more than a few simple miles or so. It took far longer than I had expected, though, as I spent hours simply taking in the wondrous joys and breathtaking sights Skyrim had to offer. The bandits and their goods would still be there if I arrived five hours later, and besides, waiting until dark to approach the entrance was always a good idea. Being a Khajiit, I had very enhanced night vision, so I would have a distinct advantage over them.

After a reconnaissance of the encampment, I drew back about a half mile and proceeded to wait out the day, spending most of my time lying on a warm rock and allowing the rays of the sun to sink into my body. I dozed off a few times, but never heavily; my ears always stayed alert, ready should the sound of something that didn't belong echo within them. Soon the sun dropped back below the horizon, the cold of this northern country beginning to reclaim its land. As the final edge of the sun dipped out of view, I slipped off the rock and made my way back to the cave.

There was a small, lit fire outside the cave, surrounded by two Nords who seemed to grunt more than they actually talked. I stood no more than fifty meters directly in front of them as I silently pulled my bow from behind my back, but they had no shot at seeing me. With the fire in between them and me, their eyes were left incapable of seeing much of anything. I could have taken them out from ten meters away without a problem, but I preferred doing stuff from a distance. Stringing up my arrow, I aimed and let the first one fly.

He stood there laughing, drinking, and having a grand old time. Their crew had just recently robbed a caravan and killed everyone involved. The Argonian had nearly slipped away, but a last ditch shot from their worst archer had caught him squarely in the back. The two Nords with him had been far easier, each of them barely able to even draw their swords before multiple arrows had struck home. They left the two of them to be eaten by the wildlife. A bear would surely come by and graciously dispose of them. The lizard had been killed the moment the arrow struck him and they left him there too.

Hundreds of coins and multiple items had been theirs for the taking and it was already hidden within the cave. Their crew numbered ten, one chief, the others his followers. They did what he said, and that was law. Feeling tired, he stood up, calling out to his buddy that he was headed inside to sleep. The other mumbled off something incoherent, probably too drunk to think at all, but it was a response which was good enough. He stood up to grab a bucket of water to drown the fire when he heard it.

The first arrow slammed home, a satisfied Khajiit watching as hands reflexively grasped at the arrow embedded in their owner's neck. Seconds later, the hands went limp, and Selian grinned in morbid satisfaction while drawing his second arrow taught. With a silent hiss, he let it fly and it hit home, deeply piercing the upper chest and most likely the heart of the second man. He stumbled back and let out a weak scream as his gaze fell to the arrow. Slumping, the man fell forward, life having left his body.

So, that was two down, some random number of individuals to go. Thankfully, the rest of them seemed to be deep enough inside the cave so as to not know what had just happened. I walked up to them and searched through their pockets, finding a few coins among the both of them. Sighting the entrance, I calmly stepped in and began my assault in the shadows.

Nine arrows later, and there wasn't a single bandit left alive. I only missed once, but that had been on purpose, so as to draw my targets' attention onto a place that I then used as bait, eliminating three of them before any of them had known which direction the onslaught had come from. The ring was in my possession along with a few hundred coins and some well needed potions that would keep me well fed for a while. The fire was dead by the time I walked outside and I considered going back in, but I knew the stench of death would invite unwelcome company and with how sensitive our feline noses were, there wasn't a chance in hell I would sleep in there.

The weather was ferociously cold, the wind threatening to take my ears off. I was not a fan of this at all and it was dark and it was snowing. A Nord might be able to travel in this, but for a Khajiit from the sands of Elsweyr, this was impossible to navigate through. Already, I could feel my heat drawing towards my insides, my fingers and toes beginning to tingle. Crouching down, I lowered my ears and began trudging through the snow, looking for a crevice or overhang to take shelter under.

To my luck, I actually stumbled across an opening to a small inlet cave minutes later and I happily stepped inside. The lack of the wind was more than enough to help me warm up, my fur mostly dry. Groaning, I set my pack down, more than ready to wait out the storm, turning around and pulling out the blanket I had taken with me. Before I could get much further though, I heard a low growl only a few feet behind me.

Fear hit me, but experience told me to stay calm and to move slowly. If my sole purpose was to be food, it wouldn't have announced its presence. Carefully, I turned my head, cautiously inching it around until I could gain sight of what waited behind me. My eyes locked onto the view of a cat a little larger than me, a cougar. His ears were pinned back and a perpetual snarl was locked on his face.

Clearly, I could tell he saw me as a threat and was warning me to get the hell out of his territory, but there was no hope of survival for me if I went back outside, so we were sort of at an impasse, except for the fact that my sword lay just a bit beyond range and the cougar knew how to use his teeth very well. My only alternative was to convince the mountain lion that I was not a threat. That's when a dirty, perverted thought entered my head.

Minutes later, I had fully undressed, carefully backing away to the corner of the cave, unstrapping my armor and my loincloth, leaving me as naked as the cougar, but with my shaft swollen and dripping. The puma caught the scent of my musk, scowling at me and letting loose another small snarl. That itself did not worry me, for the hardest part of my plan was complete.

I had studied the feline side of my lineage very well, being very interested in what was special about our species. One thing I remembered very well was the art of sex and mating. Staying here was the utmost priority, but I always respected my feral cousins, so killing the cougar in order to gain rights to the cave was unacceptable. The best way I knew how to get him to stay with me was to get him thinking with his balls.

Settling down onto my four paws, I approached the cougar, mewling to him, flitting my tail from one side to another. I purred at him, keeping my head lowered. Pre was dripping from my cock, and my scent was making my desire clear. The cougar began responding, following in the ritual that was ingrained in his head. I lifted my head up and softly bit his ear, before turning around one full time and settling myself down to the side of him, my bob tail pointed up, my chest planted firmly on the ground and my rear slightly raised.

As the puma settled himself on top of me, his paws slipping under the front of my legs, I began to wonder if this was such a good idea. I knew enough about feline sex to know that it was fast, but the actual intricacies were a mystery. I felt him draw forward and the tapered tip of his member push against my rear, smearing pre cum along my crack. Taking a deep breath, I lowered my rump and lined my pucker up with the head.

The breath was utterly pointless. As soon as he felt give, the cougar drove forward, every inch of his dry dick thrusting in, his balls violently slapping my own as he took me in one clean thrust. I yowled and screamed as my ass was so brutally speared, but I was given no rest. The lion pulled back, his barbs scratching at my flesh. Biting back a cry of agony, I subdued myself and let the cougar take me as roughly as he pleased.

The thrusts were vicious and fast, the cougar's barbs ripping at my unprepared asshole. Mewling like a little kitten, I slid one paw underneath my chest and grabbed hold of my shaft. Pumping it was a small relief from the agonizing thrusting in my ass, but as I began stroking my length, I instantly began noticing a sharp pleasure as the puma's shaft now began to relentlessly scrub over my prostate.

The mating lasted no more than a half minute, normally not enough time for me to reach my climax. That all fell through as he slammed home one last time and began to pour his heat inside my rump. Shots of spunk sunk into my abused rear, the warm seed seeming to alleviate the worst pain, leaving me with only a deeply throbbing pleasure that started in my prostate and traveled to the very roots of my member.

As the last strands of cum seeped into me, I was furiously stroking my length, determined to get off, the need almost overwhelming. Suddenly, I felt the fangs take hold of the back of my neck and his hips contracted as he viciously pulled out of my claimed ass. The pain was enough to take me over and I yowled wildly as my cock began dancing in my paw, long ropes of my semen squirting out to paint the cave floors.

I laid there, gasping for breath as the cougar strolled over to the side of the cave, licking his paws and calmly regarding me. I could hardly manage to stand back up to my own four paws after that, the flesh in my ass crying out after the barbed assault. Still breathing heavily, I took my aching rump over to the other side of the cave, trying to discourage the puma from another round.

The cougar had other ideas and ten minutes later I was again whimpering as he rammed his shaft inside me for a second time. Thankfully there was plenty of his cum left over from the first time and the lubricant helped a lot. I was hard and dripping again by the time the last heartbeats of his cock throbbed in my ass. Wincing in anticipation, I prepared myself for the inevitable and vicious removal of his member.

I couldn't have told you how many more times his pumahood sunk into my spread rump and poured his spunk inside me, but when it was over an hour later I finally sighed in relief. The cougar had just claimed me yet again, leaving my ass slightly less uncomfortably achy and my own shaft throbbing in pain from overstimulation. A deep purr resonated from the larger feline and he sunk his head towards mine again. This time, however, he simply rested his chin upon my shoulder, content to rest his body on mine. Letting out one more groan of relief and exhaustion, I closed my eyes, finally getting to accept the warmth I had bought with my rump.

The next morning I was awoken by that very same cougar again softly snoozing next to me. He was purring and had a paw wrapped around my back, as if holding me next to his own body. My rump cringed as soon as the thought of leaving crossed my mind. Cringing made it hurt worse, the raw flesh left nearly bloody from the barbs of the feral puma. Knowing that staying here would only invite further abuse, I softly arose, keeping my small whimpers as quiet as I could keep them.

I crept out of the cave and into a sunlit morning and a half foot of snow. My naked body shivered and I realized that my cock was again at full length. Groaning I stroked over the barbs of the aching shaft, letting loose a soft moan to the sky as pleasure surged through me and then left me with a quaking and sore dick. Another soft brush with my pads and I could already feel the pressure build, my balls clearly ready to pour out the small amount of semen it had been able to produce while the two of us had slept.

Taking a handful of snow, I wrapped my paw around my member and began to scrub up and down the meaty pole. I couldn't restrain myself, the pleasure and throbbing pain taking a hold of me and I began to instinctively thrust into my paw, letting out muffled noises as the agonizing need racked my sore body. Raising my free arm to my maw, I bit down on it as my urethra burned and watery seed spat from it. The throbbing settled back down to a dull ache, my whole member sore, my barbs still elevated.

The puma was awake again when I got back, but paid me no attention as I gathered my items and put on my clothes, moaning as the armor strapped up to my rear. It was going to be a rough walk back, but at least I had the ability to walk back; I wouldn't have been alive without that cave, and I wouldn't have been given permission by the cougar to sleep there with him without paying him something in return. So, all in all, it was a good trade. My ass would surely be sore for a few days, but I had stayed warm and admittedly, gotten off quite a bit from his feral abuse.

There was very little intention in my mind to stay in Riverwood for long. I had other tasks to attend to and other places to see, namely one of them being the nearby hold of Whiterun. I had been instructed by Roran to bring news of the dragon's attack on Helgen to his attention, as he could not do so himself being in the hurry that he was to bring the news of the attack and escape of Ulfric to his commander in Solitude, yet another hold, but many days journey from here.

Whiterun itself did not sound like a bad place and though I could have started my travels towards there now, I still had unfinished business with a trader back in Riverwood. Looking at the ring again, I considered holding onto it, but it did not have the same allure to it that the pendant I had found in my previous residence. Therefore, I had decided it was a better idea to simply give it back to him, collect my gold and head out. Currently, I was in possession of about four hundred gold and I considered much of any addition to that amount a great event.

The trip back was uneventful, leading only to one of my arrows sinking into a rabbit's chest and slamming it hard against a tree. I spent no time warming it up, but rather ate the raw flesh and left the rest for the foxes and wolves that roamed the land. The foxes were not much different from the jackals that ranged throughout the desert sands of Elsweyr. Both were solitary animals, and normally did all they could to avoid contact with the Khajiit and other sentient races. The wolves were a totally different story. They tended to band together in a pair or up to four to five individuals and were notorious for hunting down unwary travelers. Fortunately, I never ran into them on my way back to Riverwood and I reached the town by dusk.

Intent on reaching Whiterun before stopping for the night, I walked straight over to the trader's house and turned the knob. The knob shook a little bit, buckling on what was clearly a rather shoddy locking mechanism. Feeling rather impatient, I chose to be the devious feline I sometimes was and pulled out a pick and quickly dispatched of the once barred entry. I slowly creaked the door open, not wanting to surprise the two who lived here, and peered inside.

The room was dark, and the sounds of sleep were obvious to my ears. Breathing out a little bit, I calmly walked in and tried to separate the heavier breaths from the lighter, softer ones. The man was snoozing along with his wife, and I felt a little guilty as I gently shook his shoulder. His eyes fluttered a little bit as he came to, giving me a quick scan over before a minor scowl appeared on his face.

I took a couple steps back before I reached into my pocket and pulled out the gold and silver inlet ring.

"My apologies for waking you, good sir, but I have other chores to attend to tonight and I must be on my way. I do believe this was the ring you were asking about."

He let out a soft grunt and turned towards his lamp. Striking a match, he lit the small light and used it to illuminate the ring in question. After a short while he looked up at me and nodded.

"I was not sure if I would ever see you or that ring again. My many thanks to you, Khajiit. This is a wonderful night indeed to see both return in such healthy condition."

I left out the story of my previous night with a certain puma as I followed him back into the main parlor of his shop. The man took the ring and pulled out a strongbox, placing the jewelry into it and firmly locking the safe, this time with a lock that would resist against all but the best lock picker. Turning back towards me, he pulled out a small bag, filled with gold pieces and also pulled a few potions from his shelf.

"I know it's not a whole lot, but it's the best I can spare for you. Thank you again for the help."

I nodded in silent appreciation and then tipped my head in a final greeting and farewell, more than ready to leave Riverwood and begin the short trip northward towards Whiterun. As I turned to leave, I left one last parting remark.

"My friend, you might want to improve your store's lock some. A blind man could have gotten through that with half a finger."

A small glint caught in his eye and a slight chuckle left his throat.

"Blasted cats."

The sun had leveled off underneath the horizon, but there were few clouds in the sky. The trip to Whiterun would be cold, but at least it would be dry and by all accounts, without wind as well. I sent a prayer of thanks up to Fadomai and left the small, but beautiful village behind me. The walk through the woods would be a quiet one, and for that I was grateful. Sometimes even a rowdy feline needs a couple hours of night sky peace to enjoy.