Khajiit Like To... - Grandiose Plans
Story by KitFox on SoFurry
Jarvis may be getting some investments into his new business.
Khajiit Like To...
Grandiose Plans
“Jarvis!"
The human spun on a heel, his robes swaying in the breeze. Ah, it was his best friend, Jirr, a Khajiit who'd been a friend of his family in Cyrodil since he was a lad. The Khajiit brought him here to this oasis in Elsweyr several months ago to help him find his place in the world, and what an amazing place it was.
Jirr ran up, panting and Jarvis smiled. “You look out of breath. Something big going on?"
“Yes!" Jirr exclaimed, taking the human's hand in his clawed one. “Jirr ran to all the corners of the oasis, thinking that you would be peeking at things or relaxing in the pool or carving a stick or something. He did not expect to find you putting up tents, so it is the last place he looked." He hurried, pulling Jarvis behind him.
“It's festival time, so a lot of travelers will be coming through," Jarvis pointed out as he had to pull his hand away from the feline, lest he be pulled bodily up the stairs of his business. In the first week he'd been here at the oasis, ecstatic traders had all lent hands and backs and paws and materials to build the first building. That still stood as a little relaxing place nearby. Since then, they'd built a much more comfortable place for him to work.
This oasis was the largest in a certain string of watering locations across the deserts of Elsweyr and most of the quickest and bravest trade caravans came through here. Quick because it cut days off the journey. Brave because some of the sources of water to the South were oft bereft of life-giving fluids and a day could easily be mild or turn into a scorcher. Extra water was always a mandate on this route.
The route was long with few stops, this being the relaxing point for all. Because of this, few but Khajiit traveled it. With the months of caravanning across the desert with no major cities or even minor settlements, a male was likely to become quite pent up. Yet when they reached their destinations, they were either distrusted and unwanted in Northern lands, or vying for the small spaces with body workers in the Southern portions of Elsweyr.
Because of this, Jarvis had set up shop here as a body worker at Jirr's urging and with that cat's assistance. He offered a kind heart and a warm, tight hole to the Khajiit who passed through on their arduous travels. He also came without the dangers of cubs that female Khajiit bore and without the disapproving (and often violently so) watch of the owners of other lands.
“There's going to be a lot of people through in a very short time. I need to make sure they'll be welcome and comfortable here even if they don't have a chance to hire me." Jarvis said as Jirr dragged him to a cozy couch and flopped with him. A nearby Senche - a tiger-sized four on the floor Khajiit - looked up from where he was lounging and prrped curiously.
“Nobody told our Jarvis, Siran," Jirr told the Senche. The big tawny cat was surprised.
Jarvis was already much better at understanding the non-speaking communication of the various quadrupedal Khajiit who passed through. They were especially common on this route because their stance handled the desert sands very well and they were an excellent help to the various others in the caravan, from the small ones to the big ones alike.
“I know," Jarvis said. “Poor silly human, nobody thinks to tell him." He was joking, of course. The Khajiit he encountered held him in the highest regard. It showed great respect to just spend time satisfying a randy Khajiit to begin with. The fact that the human was genuinely interested in the well being and happiness of his clients - from tiny Alfiq to massive Senche-raht and all the bipeds in between - was even more impressive to them.
Siran huffed and vocalized a disagreement. Jarvis was not at all silly. Jarvis was a wonderful human. Siran even got up and padded over to emphasize the statement with a gentle head butt and a lick to the man's face. He was one of the five other Khajiit that provided their help here in exchange for otherwise-free service from Jarvis on occasion as well as tasty food that came in the supply runs. They really enjoyed being part of something this monumental.
“Jirr admits a little worry," his companion said. “He only heard about it today. This will be a windfall if it goes well. We will have the most comfortable oasis ever!"
“You worry a lot though," Jarvis said, brushing his lover's ear tuft with a fingertip. “You really should worry less." Yes, since that fateful day in Cyrodil when Jirr and Jarvis mutually decided the human was not up for fighting or farming or much else for that matter, they'd been quite close. The past few months cemented that bond between them, despite the fact that Jirr's tail end side of things was quite hush hush. It was fine in the view of the Khajiit to take a human's tail. It was considered weak for a male Khajiit to lift tail though. That didn't stop many from doing it, but it didn't help their social status one bit. So while Jirr quite happily partook of Jarvis' hindquarters on a regular - and well-known - basis, they were mum about any loads of cream the human gave the kitty.
“This one has cause to worry though. In the past months, you've met many caravans, and pleased many people. Word of your work has spread. The festivals are coming soon and many caravans will be leaving Elsweyr to take important Khajiit things to the celebrations." Well, that really meant moon sugar. “So many have heard of you though that they seek to travel this route to see for themselves. Which means less-experienced caravaneers and many more than usual. More non-Khajiit too, curious ones. Jirr does not know how they will react, or whether they will want to partake or just watch or scoff."
Siran laid an ear back, then nodded, then shrugged, then grrfed in order. Then he vocalized more.
Jarvis watched and paid close attention. “Some will want to partake and maybe some will watch and… Not sure if none will scoff or if scoffing will get them in trouble."
Jirr was more relaxed now. “Siran means none will scoff. Makes sense. This one forgets the trade caravans around this time are still patroned and managed by Khajiit, so those they have with them will be trusted companions. Now Jirr is worried less, but still worried."
“If nobody will cause trouble, why do you worry?" Jarvis asked.
“You have seen caravans and have plenty of day to handle four or five clients, or even six or ten. People love the attention you give and the relief you allow them. But this will bring so many more in a small time. People taking this demanding route because they want to see you."
Jirr tapped the man's nose lightly. “Two wealthy merchants heard of Jarvis and want to become patrons. They will hold a donation event during the high travel and invest depending on the donations."
Jarvis pursed his lips. “That sounds odd. Khajiit are wonderful, but they don't often donate money for any reason."
Jirr shook his head avidly. “Not donating money. Donating Khajiit juice!" he exclaimed gleefully. “That is, they get to unload in wonderful Javis for free by their view, and that's considered a donation by the four. Normally they would put a dozen tails up for donations. Then get all the Khajiit juice they can in them to see how much stamina the workers have and how much of a patronage they deserve."
Siran licked his lips as he thought of the idea. He was ready and willing and thrilled to donate.
Jirr fretted. “Jarvis would be the only one though, and this one does not know if he is up to it. And there will be non-Khajiit as well. How will they react?"
Siran snorted. It was not easy to answer multiple questions at once when one couldn't speak. So Jirr looked guilty and repeated each part.
“Jarvis would be the only one though."
Siran nodded and chuffed at the human, prring and giving a mrowl of happy before wrapping his forearms around him possessively.
“Ah, so more fun for him. Okay. And is he up to it?"
Siran conversationally mrowed and made some body motions and sounds that Jirr finally understood.
“You're right. That Senche-raht bought hours and used them alllll, and Jarvis was quite fine for his next customer. Okay, and the non-Khajiit?"
Siran grinned and made a humping motion.
Jirr laughed. “You think they will just do it too? Well, you do know the desert travelers better than poor Jirr does. Imperials in Cyrodil would never hear of such a thing."
Siran snorted and slicked his ears back, holding them down with a paw while hissssssssssing a long, soft hiss.
“Oh, will mostly be Argonians?"
Siran nodded.
“Jirr thinks probably anybody who normally travels with a Khajiit caravan and who is trusted by Khajiit will deal with Khajiit lusting habits well enough anyway. So this may just be a great idea. Jirr is less worried now, and this is good, because they already started work on a frame." He licked his lips as he considered the possibilities and Siran got a really happy look, panting in expectation.
“You know you two are acting odd," Jarvis finally pointed out.
“Jirr is very excited about this idea," Jirr said.
“Both of you are excited," Jarvis observed candidly. “Both half out of your sheaths."
Siran chuffed and climbed all over the human, cuddling lewdly, making Jarvis laugh as Jirr explained. “Imagine a comfortable frame for a person, letting them lay on their tummy and bend their legs forward. All padded and soft and keeping their rear end in the perfect position to receive cock after happy cock. Onlookers getting so excited that they can barely last when it's their turn. Cocks and cum in copious quantities. Quick satisfaction for the clients. They even try so hard to cum fastest because the sooner they are done, the more can donate."
Jirr gave a pleased squirm at the thought. “Female Khajiit body workers only do this when they know they will bear no cubs. It takes many, many of them to handle all the patrons. Plus they get tired from their own fun from it. Jarvis will be the only one, but Jarvis has shown that he does not get tired, and since there will be no pressure to force you to keep going, you can stop if you want."
Jarvis considered. “But what if I get tired of it before everybody has had their chance? Then people…" He fell silent, then got a big grin. “I think we should let people bid for their spots in line. More coin doesn't buy more time. It puts them in front of everybody who is bidding less. People can bid more if they worry that I'll wear out before they get there, but I'll still try to get to everybody, and you said they will be trying to donate quickly. So not only juice donations, but line bidding if it gets busy to bring in coin donations. A victory for everybody!"
Jirr let out a bark of a laugh. “Jirr's friend is thinking like a sly Khajiit merchant. Yes, this idea makes sense. Now Jirr is not worried and just needs to make sure the frame is the best for you. Jirr knows all your measurements well and will work with some of our helpers to do this." He glanced at Siran, who was nuzzling under the man's robes. “This one thinks Siran wants to help you practice now too. You two have fun, Jirr says. Much to do to make a frame in time, especially in a way that will work for all clients. The festival travel will begin to arrive in force tomorrow and the frame must be ready!"
The man gave the big fourpaw a rub. “I should help with the frame," he said.
“Help by practicing with Siran. Maybe the rest of us will help you practice after the frame is done," Jirr said, licking his lips expectantly. “But maybe not too much. Wonderful Jarvis will need to be rested for the morning. Do not fret! Jirr will succeed!" He ran off to help build the frame properly.
Jarvis looked at Siran and the big kitty looked back at him with an expression of “Well, he just ran off really fast," on his face. The man smiled sheepishly. “Huh. Well, unexpected… yeah." He lounged against the Senche's belly and considered, then squirmed and hiked his robes up around his waist before backing against the large feline again.
The feline sucked in a startled breath as the human's bare rump nestled against his half-exposed and pre-slickened flesh. He rrrrrowled a question, his ear flicking.
“Jirr recommended you help me practice for tomorrow, remember?" Jarvis said with a grin, rocking his hips against the feline flesh to spread the slippery pre on himself. “Tomorrow will be a steady stream of people trying to dump a load in me as quickly as they can. So maybe see how many times you can unload in me before they finish the frame?"
Siran gave this a whole two seconds of thought before growfing a playful negative. He jumped up from behind the human and did some proper fourpaw communication that took a bit to get across to Jarvis.
“You… get to get ready and horny… by thinking and being happy with me being here… while they work on the frame? Then when I'm on the frame, you'll test it first and they get horny from watching. Then everybody will be so hot they'll pop fast and it'll be the best test?"
Siran let out a triumphant prrruff at achieving such good understanding from the human. Normally it took another Khajiit to understand fourpawed Khajiit well.
“What are we going to do while they build the frame though?"
The feline chuffed and growfed and pounced and ignored all giggling, wiggling protests from the human as bare skin was subjected to a complete and proper tongue grooming.
* * *
“It's fuzzy!" Jarvis exclaimed, feeling the cushioned portion of the frame.
“Soft pelt," Jirr said. “Makes it extra comfortable for you. All adjustable and this one made sure the length of everything is right. At first Jirr was worried that it would not work well for a human, but they pointed out that there are many phases of Khajiit that are the same body shape."
Jarvis looked at the strong frame wonderingly. There was a complex mechanism of levers and tight leather straps that allowed him to adjust it when he was on it, everything from the position of his legs to the three sections that held his torso and hips to the height of the whole part he was on. The leather acted as a clutch system to keep it up and stable but the levers allowed him to loosen the friction, allowing it to slip slowly down or ratchet it up quietly. He'd already poked all the levers and knew what they did.
The frame allowed him to rest his hips on the back section or that section could be lowered to leave the front of his hips bare. His legs could go forward with the back of his ankles resting on the padded holders, leaving him almost bent double. He could also move the leg rests back and kneel on them when he felt like it, which was an easier thing to do when he left his waist unsupported. Yet the whole arrangement was still svelte enough for him to be the primary focus. When he was on it, it would support him nicely and still be nearly hidden.
The adjustment would allow him to tuck his legs and get low to the ground for an Alfiq or be at waist height for standing bipeds and large quadrupeds like the Senche. The support would let him relax and be comfortable for the full day of donations.
When he heard a small whine from Siran, he glanced over to where the Senche cat was fidgeting. The quadrupedal Khajiit had spent the last two hours being teased and teasing in order to be as pent up as possible to start the fun of testing the frame. Now he was definitely raring to pounce his friend and help test the frame properly.
“This one is intrigued," the massive, bipedal, luxuriously-clad Khajiit merchant murmured. “Khajiit has heard of this endeavor and the human at the oasis, but didn't believe it at first." He grinned. “We hope to see copious donations. Though we carry our coin close, we know the value of body work in places of need. It is a very good investment if it is popular and desired."
The other was substantially smaller, standing perhaps three inches under four feet tall. “Indeed. This one looks forward to seeing what occurs. Khajiit cannot make a loss when patronage is donation-based. Fewer donations? Less investment. No risk. Though this one admits that the fact it is a human makes it that much more interesting. Imperial, yes? Very different indeed."
Siran whined again and Jarvis chuckled. “Well, time to test the frame. Poor Siran has been waiting patiently well beyond what he should be asked." He walked over and patted the Senche's flank, then reached under the feline and gave the cat a nice rub. Siran purrrrrrrrred deeply and Jarvis got a good bit of slippery kitty pre on his hand that he used to slick himself up before he headed back to the frame and got himself arranged on it, starting at biped and Senche height and on his knees for the moment.
Groping the Senche caused the merchants some surprise. The small one looked at the other before commenting, “Siran is the Senche?" As he spoke, Siran got into position and got paws firmly around Jarvis' waist. “This one did not realize that the Imperial also served four…" the merchant started to say, then his eyes widened as Siran finished lining up and sank himself into Jarvis in one needy thrust.
The little merchant gasped. “The whole thing just vanished!" he exclaimed as Siran made it well known just how pent up his big balls were. He didn't bother to pull out at all. Just grinding himself deeper into the human's ass with three frantic thrusts before he snarled in delight and the watching merchants were treated to the view of his balls tugging up. The Senche twitched and shuddered in delight as he unloaded into Jarvis.
“Ooooo, good job Siran," Jarvis cooed, reaching back to pat one of the massive forelegs that clung to his waist. “After all that teasing, you deserve more too. Enjoy me again and get the other helpers ready to test." He looked at the levers and worked them carefully, getting his rear more to the level of a squatting Senche and much more comfortable for Siran.
The massive feline was all too happy to oblige, slipping out with the movement but chuffing appreciatively at the result. Though all Khajiit phases were able to mate with all others in one way or another, there was still a primal tickle for some of them that registered from certain positions and movements. In this case, the frame allowed Jarvis to be at just the right position and height to hit every single one of the right signals for him.
Siran hunched over again and got lined up, his muscles playing powerfully as he found his mark. The angle and the warm body he drove himself into was deliciously delightful and he couldn't help himself, his maw gaping before he closed it with the utmost care around Jarvis' neck, holding his lover there for proper probing.
The grip of the massive jaws caused a gasp from the onlooking merchants who expected the human to panic and flail. Jarvis had encountered this before though and knew that none of his clients would hurt him any more than they would hurt a Khajiit lover. So he arched his rear up into the feline belly and gave a scintillating show to those who watched from behind as massive balls bounced against his own with each thrust of the Senche's cock into his depths.
Siran was still mindful of the need for speed even in this practice, so he strove for the prize swiftly. The frame's leather creaked a few times but it held stable even as the huge cat finally threw his head back in a triumphant roar and pressed the human against the soft frame with his massive body as he loosed his load a second time.
Keeping with the testing, Siran hopped off and in short order he reached a paw around Jirr and pushed him toward the waiting human. Jirr laughed, dropping his trousers to reveal himself already quite ready. He knew the human well and it always excited him greatly to see him get filled. Jarvis had already re-raised the frame to the proper height for his friend.
“S'Jirr will give the other helpers some time to enjoy and get ready for speed, and also S'Jirr will set the bar for our esteemed patrons. How quickly can each of us fill our wonderful friend?" He glanced at the merchants. “This one knows you may have belts to undo, but this is no excuse. Be ready, as Jirr is excited and it will be your turns next. Who will be fastest?"
The merchants had to take their own tented trousers into consideration as Jirr gave them a show. He lifted a leg and planted his foot on Jarvis' rump, his hind claws creating dimples in the smooth skin and eliciting a moan from the human. Then with the leg up giving them a full view of the proceedings, he got his tip lodged and leaned forward to drive it home.
“Oooo, better than a female!" Jirr said teasingly to the others. “His balls cushion this one's from swinging into thin air or into the frame and the coarse fur on them tickles so nicely," he exclaimed as he rocked into his friend's ass over and over. Jarvis refrained from saying “hair" to this common tease from the Khajiit and just moaned happily instead.
“And… and… mmmmmmmmrrrah!" Jirr exclaimed, leaning over and driving himself in one last time before his jumping balls made his unloading obvious. He even pulled out before the last spurt, letting it grace the bare skin instead.
“Mmmm… which patron is fir…" he asked as he spun, and found himself staring at the surprisingly-large, tapered cock of the Tojay-raht merchant lord. Only the taper would allow him to fit into an Alfiq, and his full size was impressive. It was more akin to an Orc in length and girth than to a Khajiit. Even a female of his phase would likely bottom out an inch or three before the full nine he bore.
“This one will be," the Tojay-raht said with a pleased snarl. Then he realized how he sounded and grinned. “Khajiit will be cautious. Body workers for fourpaws are difficult to find." He rubbed the human's back and sucked in a deep breath in anticipation. “Tell Khajiit if it becomes too much. This one is used to it." With a snoof, he lined up and a happy moan punctuated the air as he started to slide in.
“Rrrf…No problem at all…" Jarvis assured him as the first, Senche-like six inches made it in.
The merchant was obviously impressed already that his growing girth through those tapered inches were fully accepted. He slowed as he got to six and rocked carefully, but Jarvis gave a wiggle and pushed back against him. He sucked in his breath and his eyes widened as Jarvis grabbed his hips and pulled him the last two inches in with a satisfied moan.
“It… the whole… so… deep… first time…" the merchant sputtered. Then he watched in awe as he slid his hips back, making sure he was all still present, before driving in again and grinding against the man's bare ass. “Soooooo good!" he moaned before losing control and adding his juices to a new depth.
He panted and collapsed briefly against Jarvis' back before he raised his head and shook it. “Never before has this one felt his full length in a tight hole. It is so wonderful!" he murmured as he shakily extracted himself.
“Hmph, but he's so big now it will not be tight for others who follow," the small merchant said derisively.
“Worried that you'll be much slower because of it?" Jirr asked coyly. “Just try. You will see! Or are you too worried?"
Jarvis made an adjustment to his frame to be more comfortable and at a lower level. The big Khajiit was larger than he was used to, but not the largest he'd had. He hoped that there were not too many along that lines though. That kind of thing would wear him out in short order if it went on for too long.
“This one is not worried, and will show how it's too loose now, then show proper speed later," the Suthay said, getting into place. “Khajiit is not small, but nothing is as massive as that monster. It will be like a spear in a well," he decreed as he gave a mighty push with little regard for much.
Now sure, females had muscles that were normally relaxed, and when excited could contract. Or they could willingly contract them. But after a bit of work, those muscles did tire out. By comparison, Jarvis had muscles there that spent the vast majority of the time contracted and had to be convinced to relax. So not only were they perfectly primed to recover from the recent stretch, but he added to it by intentionally squeezing.
He may have overdone it a little as the merchant emitted a squeak of surprise as he was ejected and ended up slipping up the human's crack instead. “What...?" he exclaimed in wonder.
Jirr barked a laugh. “Too tight? Try again!"
Jarvis giggled. “Sorry, too tight… I'll be nicer."
The merchant got his tip placed and pushed with much more care this time. Sure, Jarvis was nicer, but it was still tantalizingly tighter than a twiddled twat. “Oooo…. Oh my… Sooo… Grrrf! Tight!" the Suthay exclaimed as he slowly forced his way in.
“Can't have you fighting to get anywhere," Jarvis murmured and relaxed enough to let the merchant's push promptly hilt his poker.
“Ahh, perfect!" the little merchant lord decreed before getting a grip on the man's hips and giving it all he had. He obviously was fine with not winning the speed trial as he very immensely enjoyed the feeling. He had a look of delight on his face by the time he finally gave his donation, then relaxed for a moment before backing off.
The smaller merchant nodded in satisfaction and his ears flicked in wonder. “Okay, this one concedes. That would even be tight for an Alfiq."
The resident Alfiq, a small-spotted, 17 pound fourpaw voiced agreement and kneaded with his hindpaws at the ground in anticipation.
“Hmm, good point," Jarvis said. “Maybe if I bend my legs as much as possible and keep my rear up?"
The Alfiq considered this before mrowling agreement, walking over to nose at the human as Jarvis adjusted the frame.
The small merchant took a step back in surprise at this exchange. “Wait, what is this about? You speak with the Alfiq?"
“Of course," Jarvis said as he tilted his hips up. “Terek is one of the locals now and has a wonderfully bright mind. He is excellent at construction planning too. And it would be extremely rude to leave Alfiq and Alfiq-raht pent up with no options when they come through."
Terek voiced approval of the end result of the repositioning, then hopped on Jarvis's lower back with a careful splay of his forepaws before having absolutely no problem finding his spot and enjoying the well-used hole.
The massive merchant pursed his lips. “Female body workers never work for Alfiq. Consider it a waste of their time, and the Alfiq consider them too loose for proper fun. Certainly it works for cubs, but that's not the goal of body workers."
The other merchant chuckled. “But look how happy Terek is. Obviously this works. This is a great boon to profitability." He glanced at his compatriot. “I think this will likely be a good investment. This one looks forward to seeing what the next few days' donations bring."
Jarvis wiggled happily. “Well, there is about an hour for testing the frame, then I need to sleep." The other locals licked their lips. There was no lack of tented trousers and fourpaws with pink poles and this group was perfectly fine with the idea of keeping up the effort for the next hour.
Jirr moved around in front of his human and grinned. “What do you think? Jirr thinks this will go well."
The man grinned as Siran got into position while the handful of local helpers were quickly disrobing to join in the fun. “I think this will go spectacularly."
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