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Khajiit Like To Too...

Updated July 27th 2015

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Jarvis took a deep breath, trying to hold back his nervousness. He was human and for the past month, he'd seen only one very short, oddly-tattooed Bosmer amongst all the desert-robed Khajiit they had passed.

"You will be fine," Jirr assured him. "Confidence. All the Khajiit will be impressed. Humans and Mer tend to think low of Khajiit, so one who is so kind garners much respect." Jirr didn't have such an issue with being nervous, being Khajiit himself.

Weeks of travel had brought them to the borders of Elsweyr. Many more weeks through the shifting sands of the desert found them at this oasis. A spring rose from below, its cool waters a refuge for plants and small creatures in the blistering heat and scorching sun.

"I see three or four camps here already," Jarvis murmured, his eyes adjusting to the welcome relief of the shade under the massive trees.

"Yes. Jirr brought you here because he knows this is a well-traveled route through the desert. Almost exclusively Khajiit merchants and caravans. Very few humans and Mer want to deal with the heat." He laid his ears back in mock sadness. "Rarely a female either, and when there is, most often a fighter who is not interested in the pleasures of the body. So many, many lonely, longing Khajiit." He grinned, showing off his fangs. "That is why you are here. They will gladly pay coin to relieve their urges and you will be a special treasure, guarded well here. Nobody would want to see you go because somebody stole your coin or hurt you."

"Why don't females come here to do this for them?"

Jirr chuckled. "As Jirr said, Humans and Mer think little of Khajiit too often, and Khajiit women would end up with kittens in short order and be unable to continue working."

"Jirr? Why do those Khajiit over there have different shaped legs than you? Yours are like human legs. Those are like animal shaped."

Jirr perked his ear and glanced over at the group that was relaxing in the shade. "Ahh. Good Jarvis does not know of Khajiit phases? Jirr will help!" He wrapped an arm affectionately across the man's shoulders and pointed. "The phase of the moon that the Khajiit kitten is born determines their shape. Jirr is Cathay. We are common in Cyrodil where we came from. Humans accept us more. Sleek tail, nimble fingers, human-shaped legs. Cathay-raht are just as nimble, but stand taller and stronger than this one, so tend to make folks nervous in Cyrodil. Redguard and Hammerfell make better homes outside Elsweyr for them."

"Cathay and Cathay-raht?" Jarvis said. Just two names so far and he was listening as best he could.

"Yes. Then that Tojay over there," Jirr said, pointing to a Khajiit that stood a touch taller than he but had digitigrade, animal-shaped legs. "And Tojay-raht stand very tall with those legs as well. They can leap well. That little one over there with the animal legs is a Suthay. He may look like a child, but he is fully grown. Suthay-raht stand taller than they and were often captured by Dunmer as slaves, quite the shame."

"That's not a child? Huh. Okay. Lots of 'raht' ones."

"Yes, bigger versions of the base from Secunda's quarter phases."

"Secunda? What does the moon have to do with this?"

"Ahh, much to explain, Jirr will teach you more of Khajiit as we go."

"How do they keep those big cats tame? That group over there has a cat the size of a horse! Two other panther-sized cats too." Jarvis shivered. "Should I be worried?"

Jirr let out a bark of a laugh. "No, no. Those are Khajiit too. Two Senche and a Senche-raht. Pahmar and Pahmar-raht round out the large fourpaws, sized in between the two sizes you see there. Then that little one - the one that looks like a housecat with jewelery - is an Alfiq. He is a Khajiit too. Adept at magic, usually. Alfiq-raft are the size of lynxes. This one sees no Dagi or Dagi-raht here. They prefer the trees of the forest, so are not fond of the desert."

"The little cat is a Khajiit too? And the big ones? I didn't know Khajiit came in so many shapes. The... Senche-raht? ... he's soooo big."

"Do not worry, friend. All Khajiit like to have mates amongst all Khajiit, so even though he is huge in body, he is still tapered at the tip and can fit enough into an Alfiq lass to have kittens with her, and not too big that he hurts other Khajiit or you." Jirr said, squeezing the man's shoulder.

"I wasn't thinking that," Jarvis said, though he actually had been. A deep blush covered his features.

"Ahh, this one knows you are not burnt by the sun, so this one called it well," Jirr said with a predatory grin. "Do not worry, you will learn much of Khajiit and Khajiit will like you well." He looked over at the camp with the four fourpaws in it. "Let us go see them. People along this route are friendly. To be otherwise is not tolerated. The desert is too cruel to the travellers to get them to give any shrift to bandits or troublemakers."

Jirr considered for a moment. "Jirr knows that word needs to spread of you and your intent to help the traders. We will operate on a bid system as long as prices stay good, and this one thinks they will for long to come. Perhaps barter to start. We brought little with us in the way of supplies to build something suitable for us to stay here."

Jarvis took a deep breath to calm himself. He was nervous, but excited. "Okay. I think I'm up for it." He slipped out from under Jirr's arm and walked in that direction. The cat took a moment to catch up, smiling at the initiative his friend was taking.

Jirr was happy to see Jarvis having some confidence. They'd practiced the man's new job often on the road to here and the human had taken to it very well. Jirr was getting more sex than he'd had in over a decade and with somebody he cared about, which made it even better. He also made sure Jarvis still trained his body, keeping in shape. No fur, but getting stronger now that he had confidence.

The man strode over to the caravan and they watched him curiously, the three big cats sniffing the air as he approached and the small Alfiq nearly pretending to be asleep. There were five two-pawed Khajiit there as well, all in loin cloths as they enjoyed the shade and the cool breezes of the oasis.

"Warm sands," Jarvis said in greeting with a smile as he pulled his hood back.

All nine of the Khajiit did a double-take at the fact that he was human and the Alfiq startled nearly off the post he was perched on, but he grabbed ahold of the top of the post and climbed back up, watching more intently now.

"Warm...?" one of the Khajiit said, confused to get a feline greeting from the human, but another suavely took over, moving between Jarvis and the rest of the caravan cautiously.

"Warm sands, but what brings you to this little caravan and this far into Elsweyr? Khajiit has not seen you before on his travels." He looked at Jirr, trying to decide whether he was Jarvis's slave or something.

"My name is Jarvis. My good friend S'Jirr here brought me here as a personal favor," Jarvis replied as Jirr caught up and put an arm over his shoulder again. This defused much of the anxiety the caravan was experiencing. "I've not traveled much and I've never heard of other phases of Khajiit. All of you are astounding to me."

With a glint of cynicism in his eye, the Senche-raht climbed to his feet and padded over. If this human wanted to see them, then let him know that he was far outmatched if he tried to cause trouble. The cat stood as big as a horse, his nose at the same level as the man's, but the cat was on all fours. He made good use of this to nonchalantly try to intimidate the human, sniffing first at his face, then down along his chest and shoulders, before stopping with his nose inches from the man's and grinning.

This of course absolutely failed to intimidate Jarvis. The young man was wide-eyed. "You're such a big, handsome Khajiit," he said wonderingly. The cat took pause in this and drew his head back, tilting it to the side a little.

"You're a Khajiit, not just an animal, so you can understand me, right?" Jarvis asked cautiously.

The huge cat's eyes widened in surprise, then he nodded a distinctive nod, acknowledging truth to the man's statement.

"A... Senche-raht... right?" Jarvis asked, leaning to the side to see the whole of the massive feline as he tried to remember the proper name. "What is your name?"

The big kitty was obviously surprised by this reaction, but he looked to the spokesman.

"His name is Serras," the Khajiit said, also somewhat surprised by the man's actions.

"Serras," Jarvis repeated quietly. "Four-pawed Khajiit phases don't speak?"

Serras shook his head negative.

"No, I see. But you understand very well. Khajiit are all clever," Jarvis said, smiling. He glanced up at the Alfiq. "Small ones are clever too."

The little cat didn't recover this time, toppling off the pole in surprise, but he recovered with a proper feline look of I-Meant-To-Do-That and hopped back up, now looking at the man with greater respect.

"Serras, may I touch you?" Jarvis asked.

The cat looked at him, working it around in his mind, then nodded.

Jarvis reached out a hand carefully and touched the bridge of the big cat's nose while Serras held still. Then he stroked the furred cheek, digging his fingers into the thick fluff and feeling back along his cheek and the side of his neck. He jumped back in surprise when the cat started to make a low noise and all of the other Khajiit's ears perked.

"I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?" Jarvis said worriedly.

The spokescat laughed and all of them were much more relaxed now. "No, you got him to purr. That is a sound this one has not heard in years."

With the cautious attitude over, the other four twopaws went back to hanging the clothing and checking over things, keeping a perked ear attentive to what happened. Serras bunted his head against Jarvis's chest, almost knocking the man over, and chuffed happily, asking for more cheek scratches.

"So what brings you so deep into the deserts of Elsweyr? Khajiit has not seen such a congenial sightseer before. You don't have the feel of a mage, or Darrej would be bristled," he said, waving a paw at the Alfiq. "So not scholarly work. You don't have the packs of traders, just travelers, but nobody travels this route unless they must pass through the desert fast to keep good from spoiling in the heat."

"I've come to this oasis to be a body worker," Jarvis said with a smile. "The caravans that travel through here travel so much that they have little chance to relax. I want to give you a chance to relax and enjoy."

A dismissive chuckle met his words. "You will find no females seeking that kind of attention on this route. The only females we have seen in caravans would rather use one for target practice than for pleasure."

"Oh, no," Jarvis said with a grin. "I know there are no females here. All male Khajiit, traveling long roads through the sands. Males have needs too, and I found that I enjoy filling those needs by having the Khajiit men enjoy me."

Darrej repeated his falling off the post surprise and all sets of ears and now eyes turned to look the human over. There was an air of disbelief but also a sense of hope and anticipation.

"This... this is a joke, yes?" the spokescat asked, licking his lips and obviously hoping it was not, but cautious again. "Tranir is not amused by such jokes," he said, his face becoming hard as he tried to fight back the desire for it not to be a joke. He wasn't going to let a human make a fool of them.

Jirr had been silent this whole time, but came to the rescue, slipping up silently behind Jarvis. "Not a joke at all," he said with a purr, wrapping his arms around the man's tummy and slipping a hand inside the robe he wore to rub his tummy. "Jirr has known this wonderful human since he was but a boy. Jarvis has always treated Jirr well and Jirr treats Jarvis well. This one helps Jarvis come here, but he came on his own to do this."

The sneaky Khajiit found the belt of the robe with his other hand and deftly untied it while he kept the man distracted with belly rubs. He let the robe fall open, revealing the bare human beneath, and reached up to tug the robes off his shoulders, leaning away from him just enough to let the robe fall to the ground between them. Jarvis not only allowing this but also obviously enjoying it defused the situation once again and wary caution was replaced by wonder in the eyes of the onlooking Khajiit.

"He is first in the market, yes? And only in the market. But he loves Khajiit. He wants to bring some joy to this trade route," Jirr said, letting his hands drift back down to the man's belly.

Jarvis was a little nervous. He could sense the caution from the caravan, and he was surprised to be disrobed here out in the open, but he trusted Jirr. That and he did quite enjoy this.

"Jirr is helping him help us. There is no market yet. As all markets, demand will guide the price. Jarvis wanted to see your fourpaws, so we came over. If you would have him, we will barter for help to build a place for us to set up shop for all who trade this route," Jirr said with a smile. His hands slid to Jarvis' hips and he tugged gently on them.

"This one filled his request to help him learn how to please a male Khajiit and filled him many times over." The Khajiit gave a happy shiver and rocked his hips against the man's bottom. "Jirr assures you it feels delightful. Not a female Khajiit, so no worry of kittens. He is worth more than a body worker in a town. Worth much more to us all here where you see no comforts for so long. Pick the one who would like him the most first, and we will trade that for cloth and quick help to build a tent. We will improve it as we go. We will bring joy to the hearts and loins of many traders."

Jarvis smiled coyly at the group. He could see the hope they all had and the competitive nature coming forward, and he could see the lust in their eyes at the idea of getting a companion to spend time with. The little Suthay was adorable and wide-eyed.

Tranir - apparently he was the caravan leader - was the only one who was still a little cautious. Or mischievous. He looked over his group and became very thoughtful. "A warm body and a kind touch is medicine for the spirit on these long trips. If this is true, you will be a very good person to have here indeed. But what if we don't have the time to pause to help build things? We can provide you with materials though, but we do not want our wares to spoil."

"You have saltrice, cloth, and Moon sugar," Jarvis said with a smile. "None of that spoils. But if you need more encouragement, if the help is well-provided, I will test the new living place with all the rest of you at a substantial discount. Build well, for it will be your comfort to have, right?"

"Ooo... clever like a Khajiit," Jirr whispered approvingly into his ear, giving it a lick.

This offer got all of them to perk. Now it was not all of them working for one's fun. Tranir looked at their faces, realizing he might have a mutiny on his hands if he didn't take this offer, so he smiled. "You are clever indeed, and kind. You also know that even though we take service first, if it goes well, we will not cheat you lest we be branded." He turned his gaze back to Jarvis who was smiling at all the twopaws, then got a glint in his eye.

"Tranir will choose who is the lucky first, then," he said with a grin. "Tranir wants to make sure all the chances are covered properly. He chooses that you will buy this help with... " He paused for dramatic effect, much like Jirr was known to do. "Kanjah."

All the Khajiit in the caravan perked and grins slowly crossed their faces as they realized what he was up to.

"This one will graciously provide our tent as well, so Kanjah can feel confident and comfortable," Tranir said, gesturing to the big tent they had that would hold all of them.

The whole caravan worth of Khajiit were on their feet now and crowded around the nude man, some touching him gently in wonderment and all of them leading the way and walking with him to the tent.

"Kanjah?" Jarvis asked, looking at them all as they reached the tent. "I will do my best. A lot of practice with dear Jirr, but I know everybody acts differently. I hope to know you all well and have you look forward to arriving here in the future though." He looked at all the eyes surrounding him as he peeked into the tent. "Which of you is Kanjah?"

One of the smaller fourpaws, a Senche, rubbed against his hip and walked into the tent with a happy chuff as the others grinned, hoping to see shock or surprise on the man's face.

"Ooo! You're a Senche! Be kind, and let's enjoy," Jarvis exclaimed, excited now as he ducked into the tent and let the flap fall closed.

This reaction wasn't what the caravaneers were hoping for, but they all grinned even more widely and silently cheered at it anyway. They all went back to what they were doing again, but their ears were perked at the tent to attempt to hear what went down.

Sadly, it was not much more than a minute after the two vanished into the tent that the trouble occurred.

"Hey, CAT!"

A well-dressed human was striding purposefully toward Jirr with a Bosmer trailing behind.

Jirr had gone down by the water to stretch out in the sun, happy to warm himself while his friend enjoyed. His ears flicked and his eye opened, while the caravan nearby tensed, watching what was to be.

Jirr sat up and looked at the human. "Warm sands. How can this one help you?" he asked, carefully bringing his feet beneath himself. The man looked aggressive and this made him cautious. It was also generally impolite to call a Khajiit 'cat'.

"I saw what you were doing there," the man growled in a low voice as he got closer, unaware that perked Khajiit ears of all the caravaneers could hear him clearly as well. "Peddling off a poor human for your lecherous ways. This is completely unacceptable! Imperials are not slaves!"

"He is Khajiit's friend and companion, not a slave," Jirr said coldly. "He does this because he wants to. He asked to come here, so this one showed him the way, and watches over him and cares for him. It will give him a very good income and give this trade route a much-needed resource."

Jirr looked to the caravaneers, his eyes asking for help. He was unarmed, having left his weapons aside as he relaxed in what should be a safe place, and he hoped this pretentious man was as well. No Khajiit was ever completely disarmed as long as they had claw and tooth, but claws afforded little protection against swords and magic. The little Suthay was heading for the tent and the others were paying much closer attention to what unfolded here now.

"I don't believe such a thing," the human merchant said with a snarl. "You cats are all the same. Lusting, greedy manipulators. You're not a merchant. You're a slaver. I know the others will not bat an eye when I undo you." He reached into his robe and drew out a dagger just as Jarvis poked his head out of the tent at the call of the smaller Khajiit.

"NO!" Jarvis yelled, causing the Bosmer to jump in surprise and the human to pause, turning. He was still stark nude and had even less weaponry than a Khajiit, but this didn't matter to him as he ran headlong in their direction.

"Get back, boy! I'm doing you a favor by getting rid of this cat! If it were a good thing for you, why doesn't HE do it instead?" the human called, turning and waving his dagger at Jarvis dismissively.

He wasn't going to have ANY of that. But Jarvis also wasn't dumb enough to try to tackle a man with a dagger, no matter how badly he carried it. The man obviously was braced for such, widening his stance and preparing to just shunt the youth aside.

Jarvis let out a guttural yell and on his final step, leaned back, bringing his forward leg up instead of down. The look of surprise in the human merchant's eyes was short-lived as the lad's foot closed the gap between the ground and the merchant's groin. Then the look turned into one of sheer agony as cloth robes offered no protection for his delicate parts, which met with a very traumatic bundle of kinetic energy transfer.

Every single male within viewing range cringed at the sight. Jarvis hadn't held back a single bit and was favoring that leg now. If his leg was sore, they didn't even want to think about the package that was previously-present between leg and pelvis.

The merchant crumpled to the ground in a heap of whimpering as the wood elf scrambled for his own weapon, but the two bigger fourpaws both leaped into action. The Senche landed on the Bosmer, knocking him flat onto the ground and the dagger from his grip while the bigger feline dropped two paws hard onto the already-damaged human and held him prone, not that it was much work now with the crack his nuts had just gotten.

"This one thinks that Jarvis has proven it well," Tranir said conversationally as he strode over. "This is his friend, not a slaver. He is willing to risk his life for his friend." His ears laid back and he looked around at all the other caravans and travelling merchants who were paying close attention to what had happened from a distance. He lifted his voice and snarled. "This is an unwarranted and unacceptable attack on an innocent Khajiit. You bring shame to your merchant name and a price of satisfaction to your head. The worst price to carry, mongrel, for it holds more weight than coin."

Trannir watched as two others searched the Bosmer and removed his possessions, and hoots and hollers were starting up around the Oasis as the news spread. "Take this fool and run. Or take yourself and run," Tanir growled to the Mer. "He will have ten minutes to clear out before the whole of this route begins to hunt him." He leaned down and extended a claw, scratching three intersecting lines on the human's forehead and causing the man to cry out again in pain. Then the human was proclaimed clear of weapons and Serras stepped back, snarling.

The human merchant wasn't really in any shape to run or even move for that matter. There were some things that males just didn't recover from too quickly. "I was just trying to help," he managed to choke out as blood dripped down his forehead.

"Then hope you can help yourself," Tranir said coldly. "Nine minutes remain."

The merchant squeaked and looked at the Khajiit surrounding him, then tried to straighten and couldn't bear the agony in his groin, curling into a ball again and shuddering. Ah, how the bullies were toppled by one well-aimed kick.

"As for you, if you are seen on this trade route again, you will be removed from it with force," Tranir said to the Bosmer.

The elf straightened his clothing and bowed. "I am not him, but I accept this. I will gather only my water and cross the dunes to the Western Road. If I make it, then I have paid my penance. If I do not, then I have paid my due." He straightened up and walked back to where his belongings were, watched carefully from all sides.

Jarvis was panting and limped slightly as he walked over to Jirr, who was shaking like a leaf. "Jirr, are you okay?" He took his friend's hand as the Khajiit wobbled, then moved to his side and supported him as he slumped.

"Jirr... Jirr is not injured," Jirr said.

Kanjah walked over and nuzzled Jarvis's side sadly, then rowled softly, looking at Tranir.

"This one is horribly sorry," Tranir said softly. "Jirr is obviously badly shaken. Please, take our tent and help him recover first. Kanjah can wait and get his own spirits back up." He glanced at the merchant who was still squirming on the ground. "This one also thinks you will not want to be out here to see justice either. Not pretty like Khajiit."

Kanjah meowrled agreement and leaned against Jarvis, forcing him and Jirr to move toward the tent.

"You showed such conviction," Tranir said. "This one trusts you now. We will begin to help with your new home while you help your friend feel better. Go into the tent and rest and recover. We will watch with wide eyes for your return." He smiled and patted Jarvis and Jirr's backs with his hands and Kanjah carefully escorted them back to the tent and saw them in.

Jarvis smiled at Kanjah. "Thank you," he murmured, giving the big Khajiit a rub on the cheek, then helped Jirr in and sat him down on the soft bedding.

"Jirr is sorry that happened," Jirr murmured, laying down on his side and curling up.

"You're okay, that's what's important. And Khajiit are apparently right to be cautious about humans," Jarvis replied, curling up behind Jirr and wrapping an arm across him. This was the first time he'd held his dear friend like this and the fur against his front was quite nice, but he was worried about his friend, trying to keep such thoughts from his mind.

"The hateful human just doesn't understand," Jirr said softly. "Khajiit cannot do this for other Khajiit."

"Why not? You're a male, there would be no kittens," Jarvis said helpfully. "I just figure you want to save the fun for me. Khajiit would obviously prefer a Khajiit if they could get one."

"No. No, it doesn't work that way. If a male Khajiit offers himself like that, he is seen as weak and shifty and is scorned. When a human offers, he is seen as kind and accepting and is loved." Jirr tilted his head back, the back of it pushing under Jarvis's face and making itself into somewhat of a fluffy pillow.

"Jirr is almost jealous of his dear friend." He grinned and flicked an ear, teasing the human's nose. "But Jirr is not going to diminish the happy times he has deep inside you."

"You... jealous?" Jarvis asked, his mind working and starting to let go of his worry. "You'd want to be taken by a male too?"

"Hmmgrrf. Drag all of Jirr's secrets out now, yes? Jirr cannot have that with a male. It would make him less to other Khajiit if they found out."

The man took a deep breath and smiled, stretching his front against his friend's back and luxuriating in the feel of the fur against his skin. "Then you'll just have to be quiet about it, okay?" he murmured, kissing the Khajiit's ear and catching his hip to pull it back gently.

"Jirr be quiet about...?" he started to ask, but then stopped his words and sucked in a breath in time with the humans as he got poked beneath the tail gently by his happy friend. "Ooooooooh..." he whispered, giving a squirm of anticipation.

Jarvis breathed heavily, sliding his arm beneath Jirr's head to be both a pillow and a good way to tug the furred body back against himself. He didn't have sheath-slickened skin like the Khajiit did, but he didn't lack in pre at all for a human. His hips rocked just ever so lightly, rubbing his balls against the furred rear and letting his tip slicken the hole that beckoned. "Do you want this, Jirr? Do you think you can be quiet so they don't hear?"

"Mmmhmm," Jirr squeaked, tilting his hips back and shifting his tail further to the side.

Oh, divines, the fur felt so nice, and his tip was already enjoying the heat of the feline body as it rubbed against the puckered hole. "You've been everything to me, Jirr," he whispered into the perked ear nearby. "I'll be swift... I don't think I'm good enough to not be. It will make it easy for you to hold your sounds."

"Mmm, Jirr doesn't mind," he murmured blissfully. "Jirr will just take you after and be even more happy. They will not question that."

Jarvis smiled. His friend was quiet, but sounded so happy, and was rocking back against him. It felt so slick and warm. He was already excited from his start with the other Khajiit and more so by doing this for his friend. The base of the Khajiit's tail made a natural backstop that kept his tip in place and as Jirr rocked his hips more needfully, the man was suddenly treated to the delightful feel of his tip slipping into the hot flesh, the fur of the nearby tail and the Khajiit's whole back making it difficult to not just push forward in one swoop.

His friend gave another squeak though and ground back against him and he gave in, catching Jirr's hip and pulling it back as he pressed deeply into the feline's body.

Oh, that felt... soo good. He was worried about his own ability to stay silent as he gave a cute little grunt and pressed his smooth shaft deeper into the furred rear, only stopping and letting his breath out in a constrained woosh when he hilted himself and his balls got the tickly fuzz of the Khajiit's legs to urge him into a harder push.

"Mh, Jarvis, Jirr likes this sooo much," Jirr whispered, his ears twisting about. "Jirr knows he needs to be quiet, so this one wants his dear friend to fill him as soon as he can. Jirr will help."

He gasped as Jirr squirmed and rocked back against him, tensing and giving him a squeeze inside. Then he rocked his own hips in rhythm, meeting each motion of his feline friend with a push that grew in urgent need. He'd had females before, and they were all just dalliances, but this felt so much better. He hugged his friend to himself and focused on the feeling and on his silence as he succumbed to the feeling, driving himself into the Khajiit over and over. So tight, so very warm!

Jirr's hand caught his arm and the Khajiit clung, focusing on that instead of on crying out in pleasure. He felt the feline claws touch his skin as he slipped his hand down to rub at Jirr's sheath, finding the spined feline shaft fully exposed and twitching to his touch. But he didn't want to make Jirr cry out, so he just rubbed his sheath and balls, feeling the squeezes around him as a result.

He didn't know how long he lasted, but he didn't care. When he drove in for the last thrust and his balls tightened, the feeling as he let loose inside his Khajiit friend was the best experience he'd had in his life so far. Jirr's fingers clenched on his arm with each throb of the human flesh driven deep inside and giving up its load, and even though the claws tickled warningly, he knew that Jirr wouldn't hurt him.

Then he was done, trying to breathe less loudly as he panted and gasped for breath, coming down from his high.

"Oo, thank you. Thank..." Jirr said, then tensed as his ears twisted. He pulled away from Jarvis and left the man in a mild confusion as he was suddenly without the delightfully-warm body against his front. Then the nimble Khajiit was behind him in a flash and the clawed hand clenched at his hip as Jirr drove himself deep inside.

The tent flap lifted just a touch and the smaller twopaw peeked in. The Suthay. "Are you okay? This one heard..." he started to ask, then his ears perked as Jirr let Jarvis know of how much he'd enjoyed what they'd just done and let loose his own feline cream deep inside the man, letting out an exclamation of pleasure muffled against the bare skin of his back.

"Oooh," the little Khajiit said with a smile and a small sniff. "This one is sorry," he grinned and ducked out, letting the tent close once again.

Jirr panted and Jarvis relished the feeling of the cat's cock letting loose its load in his depths. Then Jirr licked his ear and whispered. "Best... save... ever. Jirr can hear them outside. The Suthay is telling them excitedly that he could smell your excitement and they see this as the best proof that you are genuine and enjoy this." He licked the man's ear again and gave a hump, making Jarvis squirm. "And Jirr very much liked both things. We should do the things more often."

He paused again, listening, then gave a giggle. "Oh my... Jirr just heard that they thought you were only ever intending to use your hands. They are all atwitter over the idea of being inside you." He pulled out and Jarvis gave a happy little huff as he felt his friend leave. That was a record, got Jirr to pop after only one thrust. The Khajiit must have been on the edge from the first part.

"Are you going to be okay, Jirr?" he asked softly, sitting up and putting his hand on his friend's shoulder.

"Jirr is sorry that a bad human tried to hurt us, and this one was shaken, but he is okay. It is impossible to still be unhappy after that help." He grinned and leaned forward to give Jarvis a lick on the lips. "Khajiit is certain he is okay. So this one will go send Kanjah in for you to enjoy without interruption this time."

Jarvis touched Jirr's cheek. "Okay, I'll be waiting here happily." He tilted his head. "They really thought I'd just use my hand?" he asked with a grin.

"Hand and maybe your tongue if you were really brave," Jirr confirmed. "They know spines don't do well in a throat because they gag, and you have less mouth than a Khajiit."

"Well, then I bet he'll be extra-happy," Jarvis said with a grin. "Send him in and... stay safe, Jirr."

Jirr hopped up and headed out and Jarvis took a moment to lay back and stretch. The seconds ticked by and for a few of them he wished he had ears like a Khajiit to hear what was going on outside. Then he turned onto his tummy and gave another stretch, lifting himself on his arms.

He was caught by surprise by an affectionate lick from Kanjah, right up the middle of his spine before the big feline sat on his thighs and peered down at him. He laughed softly and tilted his head back as far as he could, looking up at the smiling face.

"I'll admit we cheated a little. Jirr overheard everybody talking outside about him being inside me. You thought I was just going to use my hands?" he asked, reaching up with one to rub the quadrupedal Khajiit's cheek.

Kanjah chuffed and nodded agreement.

"Well, I've never met a Senche before ever, and I'd like to use my hands a little to see what you look like. And if you're not so big it'll hurt me, then absolutely you get to get inside me," he said, making the cat perk in decisive anticipation. "Come on over here," he said, patting the bedding in front of him. "I think you could use a nice tummy rub."

Kanjah chuffed again and gave his face a lick from his forehead to his chin before getting off his thighs and padding around. He seemed... Oh my! He was being shy, his tail close against his rear and his gate a little stiff.

"Com'ere, you," Jarvis said happily, reaching up and grabbing the big Khajiit around the waist as he got in range. Kanjah let out a rowlf of surprise as the pushy human bowled his hind end over and Jarvis saw that the gait had been stiff because the excited cat was too. Kanjah let his upper body lounge as Jarvis got the massive hindleg up onto his bare shoulder to support it.

"Oh! You're a little bigger than Jirr, but not toooo big. This is great." He started rubbing the furred belly, knowing that Jirr liked such a touch and had said that most Khajiit do. The reaction was immediate, the big cat flopping onto his side and lifting his leg further for better rubs.

"Such a happy Khajiit too!" Jarvis murmured, letting his rubbing drift downward to massage the fuzzy sheath and balls, and then traced a finger up the slick, pink flesh.

Kanjah clenched huge claws into the bedding and gave a delighted rowl of agreement, his hips twitching and pushing himself into the touch. Another, louder rowl came from his muzzle when the bare skin of the human's hand closed against the tip and was rubbed all the way down the shaft, spreading the feline pre nicely along the length.

"Hmm, yes, so very happy. I bet you wouldn't have any complaints at all if I just used my hand," Jarvis murmured. Kanjah chuffed, again agreeing. But then his purrs paused as the touch left his tummy and cock and he vocalized a questioning little mewl before ducking his chin to look and see why the nice touched stopped.

Jarvis looked past his shoulder, a wide smile on his face as he rested on his knees and elbows, his rear exposed in full, inviting view to the Khajiit. "I bet you'll like this much, much better though. As long as you don't hurt me, you've got a nice, tight hole waiting for your pleasure."

Kanjah rolled onto his feet in a heartbeat and made a series of conversational noises. He'd never hurt somebody! The lustful look in his eyes and loll of his tongue told of his need and soon enough his feral conversation tapered off as first his nose and then his tongue met the man's ass. A chuff of delight at confirmation, tasting the other Khajiit's presence, and then the big feline stepped forward, growling happily in anticipation.

Jarvis braced himself as one of Kanjah's forelegs slid in front of his shoulder and the other's massive paw slipped beneath his hips. The paw was as large as a dinner plate! The size of his whole abdomen. But the clutch was careful and the Khajiit was well aware of his claws as he lifted the man's waist into a better position.

He felt the soft tongue against the back of his neck, licking and caressing his skin as the Khajiit got hips into position. Then the soft touch of a hot tip. He tilted his hips to correct the placement and the movement made Kanjah push forward, sinking two inches into the human with a very, very satisfied chrowlf. Kanjah paused, then gave a soft, questioning meow, waiting.

"I'm fine, are you okay?" Jarvis asked when the cat held still for too long.

Kanjah accepted this and tensed again, pushing another inch in, then pausing and questioning again.

"Ah, I'm fine silly, go ahead," he said affectionately, hugging the foreleg against his shoulder.

Another inch and then another meow and a laughing human finally just braced both hands against the cat's leg in front of himself and gave a mighty shove back, not giving the big Khajiit any time to react before his balls met the human's and his sheath was pressed back by the man's tight hole.

Kanjah let out a surprised yarlp! and sucked in a deep breath, his whole body tensing as his forepaw clenched on the man's hips a little. He held very still, but he couldn't fight it. He made a little whimper as his massive frame gave a little shudder and Jarvis felt the Khajiit's balls pull up against his body and the twitching as the feline had a mini-pop, spurting his juices inside the human.

A sad whimper again, then a huff of defeat. The poor Senche was embarrassed about going off too soon!

"Hush," Jarvis said softly and kindly. "You're not here to make me happy. You're here for you to be happy. You enjoyed that, but..." He hugged the big foreleg. "I know Khajiit can do that more than once. If that wasn't satisfying enough for you, then go ahead and do more and try again," he said with a grin. "I'm here for you to enjoy. You're not too big for me and I know about spines. Yours are delightful."

There was a stunned silence from the Senche and then a deep purr started up in his chest, followed by a very happy rowl as the cat got his confidence back.

"Show me that you're a happy Khajiit," Jarvis murmured.

Mmmmhmmmm! Kanjah exclaimed and with a renewed enthusiasm, he rocked his hips back, pulling out of the tight hole. Jarvis got an excited feeling of anticipation as the Khajiit's muscles tensed powerfully against his back and Kanjah got to enjoy his first uninterrupted full push in.

From there it was an exciting ride. The big cat was a powerhouse, but so much control of his strength. This Khajiit had no cause to be silent either, and first chuffs and then louder noises started to greet the man's ears as Kanjah enjoyed himself immensely.

Confidence further gained as each plow into the man's tight hole brought no complaints and indeed, moans of delight from his companion, Kanjah was not afraid to put a full feral humping into the happy human. A tightening grip on the man's hips to hold him still for the thrusts that hilted feline cock over and over was still well-aware of the more fragile human skin.

Jarvis didn't have any history with this Khajiit, but even when the massive jaws parted and closed on the sides of his neck, the feline holding his non-existent scruff, he trusted that he'd be safe. This was a Khajiit. A thinking, loving mind. Not a mere animal.

His trust was not misplaced. Not a scratch, even as Kanjah drove himself to a frenzy, powerful hips driving a hot cat cock deep into the man. Then the teeth left his neck and Kanjah reared his head back, roaring in delight and pressing himself as deep into the tight hole as he could to enjoy an unfettered, full power blowing of his load.

Jarvis was coming down from his own high, stiff but not spent, and feeling so nice in the grip of this massive Khajiit. He felt the cat start to relax and the grip on his hips loosen. "Better?" he asked, reaching up blindly to caress the thick fur of the Khajiit's neck.

Kanjah voiced a mrowl and chuff of abject agreement and held still for a moment, then mrowled a question and rocked his hips once.

"You could, but does it set a good precedent? Don't want to wear you or me out, right? I know you could go a half dozen times if you so desired, but if you get used to it, you might be sad when people are waiting in line in the future." He reached back and snugged the Khajiit's shoulder.

"I'll be around for the long term," he said happily. "You don't need to use up all your energy now."

Kanjah pruffed agreement and carefully let go of the man's waist, licking the bare back of his neck. He was a very satisfied cat now.

"Worth helping me?" Jarvis asked as he scooted out from beneath and got up on his knees to hug the Khajiit.

"Mmmhmmmmmmrrrrrrrr," Kanjah voiced. He took a deep, happy breath, and leaned over to lick Jarvis's face frantically.

"H-hey!" Jarvis laughed. "Okay, okay!" He calmed down as Kanjah just sat and gazed at him, and he smiled. "I'm glad you enjoyed that. I think I'll do well here if I get customers like you."

A deep breath and another happy chuff, then Kanjah stood and stretched languidly before pushing and shoving with his head to cajole the human out of the tent.

The sound of construction had gone completely unnoticed by Jarvis, but when the sound muffling qualities of the tent were gone, he realized that there were easily two dozen Khajiit cutting pieces of wood, digging near the edge of the oasis, and hammering frames together.

"What?" He looked around, confused. "This is more than just your caravan." But a quick glance at the Senche showed the cat to be just as befuddled.

"Jarvis!" Jirr called, running over. "Look at this! Khajiit didn't expect such a reaction! But Jirr found out why," he said, his eyes twinkling.

The man's brow furrowed. "You're being cryptic, Jirr."

Jirr grinned widely. "They sent Kanjah in with you because he... ahhh... " he glanced at the Senche apologetically. "He pops too soon when he's excited. So happy, but not really satisfied. Everybody knows that on this trade route, even though being able to get a companion is so rare, so even worse for poor Kanjah."

Kanjah sighed and huffed.

"No, no, Jirr does not think poorly of you," Jirr assured the Senche. "They heard you enjoy so much and so loudly that everybody is convinced about Jarvis. They all want to keep him here so they'll have their chances too."

He grinned at Jarvis. "They're building an even better place than Jirr expected because they want to convince you to stay. You're a hit." But despite his happy grin and words, Jarvis didn't miss the tear in his eye.

"Thank you, Kanjah," Jarvis murmured. "Go relax. I need to talk to Jirr." He smiled and patted the Senche, then watched as the cat padded off.

Then he turned his attention to his dear friend, hugging him and whispering beside his ear. "You're sad. What's wrong?"

"Jirr is afraid," Jirr whispered softly in return.

"What? Why? Is there danger?"

"No. He is afraid that Jarvis will not have time for him anymore."

Jarvis gave Jirr enough of a bearhug that the poor Khajiit squeaked in surprise. "Never fear that, Jirr. These are friends and customers, but you are Jirr. You are the one that's been there for me since I was a babe. You/re the one who taught me everything, and you're the one who I go to when the day is done," he murmured.

"Jirr... Jirr is just a poor, simple Khajiit," Jirr said softly after a moment, but then he pulled his head back and finally his eyes were smiling. "But now Jirr feels like he owns more than the whole world.

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