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[b][u][center]Who Will Dominate?

For Luster_Unicorn

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

“And we’re clear on the agreement?” Amal asked, the Redguard crossing his arms in an attempt to look intimidating. His robes swished softly in the desert winds, but it had no effect on the feline woman leaning on the wagon.

“This one is sure that you will be satisfied, but perhaps you would feel better if it was discussed again,” the Khajiit, Ma’raj, said with a purr and a chuckle in his voice.

It wasn’t the first time that she’d given him that particular smile, toothy, teasing, and altogether condescending. He doubted he was the first person that she’d given it to, either, considering the traveling and trading ways of the feline people. He glanced down their caravan, looking at the various wagons and other felines that looked down at him, their furs varying from spotted and wild to deep and dark. Few looked alike, but all had the same sort of toothy smile as the head of the caravan before him.

Gritting his teeth, he nodded. The caravan leader chuckled.

“Ah, then this one will remind you of the terms. You will be given two hours with one of our females, no more. She will be of your age, or at least, as near as we have, and she will be [i]quite[/i] willing for your touch. Dark furred, exotic, and as patient for a virgin such as yourself as one could be.”

His gritted teeth ached as they somehow clenched even tighter. He had been hoping to leave the ‘virgin’ part out of this, but Ma’raj had weaseled it out of him while they were nailing down terms. Amal sighed, rubbing his forehead, brushing some of the sweat that had built up off his forehead.

“Those are your terms, yes, oh Redguard?”

“Yes, those are my…terms.”

“Then it is up to you to pay. This one awaits your gold with pleasure.”

Once more, Ma’raj smiled at him, twitching his whiskers in just the perfect way to be most infuriating. Amal managed to calm himself, if only barely, and reached into the pockets of his robe, pulling out the agreed-upon sum. Nearly a month’s wages, but for something like this, he hoped that it would be worth it.

But how could it not? It was the companionship of a feline of the caravans, one of the most well-educated females in terms of pleasure in the world. He could have his fun with her, enjoy his time in the tents, and then depart without further obligation. None would know, and he would have given his virginity to someone good enough to deserve it.

He followed Ma’raj to the tent of choice, one of many that were encircled by the wagons of the caravan. The cheetah-patterned feline bowed at the edge of the tent flaps, gesturing to it.

“This is where you will lose your virginity, oh customer,” he said. “This one will await you outside for the agreed-upon two hours, and then, you must depart.”

“That’s more than enough time.”

“Ah, but it will be for dear Kishra; she is most experienced with your people.”

“With Redguards?”

“With those not of scales or fur. Please, enter, and take your pleasure with her.”

Amal nodded. It was finally time. He blushed slightly as he reached for the tent flap, pulling it up and stepping inside. The dim lighting within was barely made better by the slight transparency of the tent roof, giving him little to help him see. He stumbled over a pillow, almost falling on his face, before realizing that he needed to put down his pride and just admit that he couldn’t do what the Khajiit did.

With a flick of his wrist and a twisting of his fingers, he cast a spell of light. A ball of sparkling illumination rose from the palm of his hand, twisting about in mid-air. It illuminated a tent of candles, half of which were lit, and many pillows and soft surfaces. He caught sight of idols and small shrines, of bowls of moon sugar, and –

And a four-legged feline, looking at him with eyes that sparkled with the light of his spell.

[i]Oh…my…[/i]

She unfolded herself, getting to her feet with a small groan and yawn. She extended her tail up, stretching forward, then back. It was like watching a great housecat wake from a longer nap, except that this housecat was almost his size.

[i]Not a beast, but one of them…the four-legged Khajiits…[/i]

What was the breed? He didn’t know, but he knew that they existed, that there were four-legged versions of the Khajiit that were just as intelligent as those that walked on two. They had been around for years, generations, but were rarely seen outside of their homelands. Why was this one –

[i]Ma’raj, you bastard…[/i]

Once the urge to flee passed, he realized what they were doing. They were pushing him to run off, to leave without getting what he paid for. He had thought that he was being careful, asking for a female that had a similar age to him, that was willing, that would do what he asked, that had the right sort of color to her to tease his fancies, and he had gotten all of that. What he had failed to do was specify her breed, to mention that he wanted her to walk on two legs instead of four.

What a mistake. What a foolish mistake.

[i]They want me to run, to lose everything I paid them…[/i]

So, Amal decided that he wouldn’t run. They might have been tricksy sort of traders, but that didn’t mean that they were thieves. They wouldn’t have made this offer if it wasn’t a genuine one, and he had to admit, he was desperate enough for anything to work. Looking at the feral panther of a Khajiit, he could see himself doing…things…with her that would have left others staring at him in shock, seeing him as a great deviant. He blushed, trying not to let those prejudgments stand in the way of what he could still get.

Gulping, the Redguard took a step forward, extending his hand towards the large feline. She – at least, he hoped it was a she – looked back at him, her lips turned up in a smile that was just big enough to remind him that she was more intelligent than the genuine feral beasts that were out there.

“I’m…Amal,” he managed to say after a moment. “I’ve bought your…time…You are Kishra?”

She didn’t respond, at least, not with words. Instead, the graceful feline pulled herself out of her bed, padding through the different pillows and cushions that filled the room. Her shoulders hunched and flexed like the predator she was, and her face maintained the grin that had caught his attention right from the start. Every step she took was methodical, measured, focused entirely on him.

And then, she stood in front of him, no lower than waist height. She chuffed softly as she looked at him…then struck.

Amal gasped as her claws raked through his enchanted robe, ripping it open in the front and leaving him bare from the waist down in the front. She almost seemed to chuckle to herself, as if taking amusement from the fact that she had just stripped him.

“What the – ooof!”

Her paw came up, striking him in the chest, and he went down. The cushions caught him, and he wondered if that was their very purpose, there to catch people as they went down in these sorts of situations. Amal groaned, trying to sit up, but the soft growl of the great Khajiit kept him pinned.

She started to circle him, looking down at him the whole time. As she padded about him, she occasionally turned her hips, allowing him to see under her tail. The obvious pucker of her tailhole caught his attention, but beneath that was something a little more…intense. Her sex was just wet enough to see in the spell-lit tent, and he blushed as he realized that she might be interested in him, too.

He had bargained for that, but he hadn’t quite expected Ma’raj to give it to him.

[i]Have to turn this around,[/i] he thought as the panther padded towards him again, laying one paw on his chest. She pressed down just hard enough for the air to start wheezing from his lungs, and he gasped for breath as she started to lean on him. Kishra showed her teeth as she smiled at him, obviously enjoying herself.

Sucking down as much air as he could get, he held up his hand. An illusion spell burst from his fingertips, the light catching her eye, and she paused, flinching back ever so slightly.

Amal smiled, seeing the glazed look in her eyes. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. She was Pacified, encouraged to calm down, to give in.

“Down, kitty,” he muttered, and the feline took a step back, sitting down and looking at him. Not quite quizzically, but with a bit more interest and respect than had been there before. Less of the predatory look.

[i]Okay…that worked. Thank the eight that worked…[/i]

Amal sat up ever so slightly, trying to plan out his next move. He might have come here to pay for a female in a most common way, but he was a better than average mage, and a much better than average illusionist. This was his specialty.

So long as he used his magic right, he could get what he wanted, and then some.

Despite the dangerous situation, he couldn’t help but smile. Perhaps this was a bit more than he should have risked, but…well, there was some pride to be taken in ‘mastering’ the wild beast.

His hand glowed, more gently this time, and he gently drew her attention down from his face towards his groin. She had shredded his loincloth as well as his robe completely, and that meant that certain things were, well, completely on display.

The Illusion spell was a powerful one, mimicking the smell of Moon Sugar, which was easy considering that there was so much of it in the tent. He dragged it down towards his crotch, gently dragging his finger along his groin until it reached the tip of his flaccid member.

“Good kitty…good kitty…”

Kishra was obviously affected by the Pacify spell, he was sure. There was no way that someone as strong and proud as the feral Khajiit would have just gone along with being called a ‘good kitty’ if she wasn’t, and as long as she was in that state, he had a chance. He stroked his finger along the base of his shaft, drawing her nose down there and getting her to take a few sniffs.

[i]I’m doing this…I can’t believe I’m doing this…[/i]

Redguards didn’t have the same prejudice against the furred ones as some of the other races; they were necessary traders in the great land of Hammerfell, and they allowed for greater things than his own people would have done without aid. Yet, there was something taboo about even thinking about taking it this far, of having his pleasure with a feral female like this. He shivered as she dragged her nose along his cock, sniffing at the dark skin, nuzzling her nostrils right under the head of his cock before –

“Ooooh…”

He shivered, straining to hold onto the spell as she dragged her tongue along his shaft, working it all the way to the tip before bringing it free again. The sensation of her mouth against his cock was so much different than he had imagined, and in a way, far better. There was none of the mouth work that he would have gotten from a two-legged Khajiit, but all of the tongue-work was so much better than he had ever imagined. Slightly rough or not, it meant that he could feel everything that she was doing, could feel the way that she traced his cock with it, the way that she dragged at it and seemed so hungry for his dick.

And the Moon Sugar that she imagined was on it, he was sure. That was probably a big part of it.

She didn’t quite flop on him, but she did slowly lay across his legs, covering him and holding him in place as she licked and lapped along either side of his shaft, dragging her tongue all the way from the base to the tip. Every time that she did, he felt the pleasure from it surge, and he had to lean his head further back against the pillows.

[i]By the Eight…by the EIGHT…[/i]

He didn’t know how he was going to keep up with her if she was this eager right off the bat. Not that he had a standard of comparison, lacking experience the way that he did, but the way that her tongue circled along the head of his shaft, teasing it, licking it like –

“Rrrrrrr…”

[i]What?[/i]

He lifted his head as the licking stopped, seeing the panther Khajiit looking back at him…and the light wasn’t in her eyes anymore. The Pacification spell had come to an end, or she’d shaken it off, or –

Or he had been too distracted by the fact that she was blowing him to maintain it properly. Yes, that last one was probably what had happened. He blushed, starting to lift his hand –

Thump. She brought a forepaw down on it, looking at him with a slight smirk. She wasn’t going to let him just cast another spell on her like that. Instead, she lifted herself back to all fours, slowly rotating herself around his body. Her forepaw continued to pin his hand, keeping him from easily casting a spell, and then –

“Oh, boy…”

He found himself with her standing on either side of his head, her hind legs spread just enough for him to look up between them. That barely-hidden slit was hotter than it was before, and he wondered if that was some reaction from the spell or if she was getting into this. He couldn’t move as she lowered herself, burying his head under her tail without warning and grinding down on his face.

“Mmmph…”

Her scent was strong under there, sweat and more clinging to her fur. He couldn’t budge her, either; her weight was too strong for him to fight back against, and he had no leverage to speak of in the slightest. He could only groan, squirm –

“Mmmph!”

And moan as she licked along his shaft again. Only once, though. She nudged his cock with her muzzle, and then pushed down with her rump, almost squishing him into the pillows.

Amal could take a hint. If he wanted to get pleasure, then he needed to give it, too. He blushed as he imagined eating out a feral, but slowly pushed himself to lean in and get to work. After all, it wasn’t like there was anyone watching. And he had paid for this.

Dragging his tongue from her clit to her sex, he started working her over as best he could. He had no experience to know what was good and what was bad, so he had to study her, find out what got her reacting. Dragging his tongue along the back of her sex wasn’t getting anything, and she seemed to get bored if he just licked over her clitoris.

Instead, he started working from her clit into her, and that? That got a reaction, alright. She gasped, arching her back up a bit, giving him a little room to work before she pushed her hips back down on his face once more. He grunted as he was smothered beneath her, forced to keep licking, shoving his tongue inside of her fragrant, wet slit. Each time he buried his tongue in there, he tasted her all too well, the hot flavor something that had a bit of bitterness with it, a hint of something almost metallic.

It was powerful, and it was definitely something that’d be an acquired taste.

Nevertheless, she joined in the fun, shoving her mouth down against his cock again. She trapped his shaft between her forepaws, holding it up as she licked at it like some dog might have licked at a bone. She dragged her tongue up and down the sides, teasing every inch of it, making it clear that good behavior would be rewarded.

It was such powerful stimulation that Amal could already feel himself faltering, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as he strained to keep up with her. A rough tongue, yes, but one that knew how to play with pricks, one that knew how to tease and keep him going. He panted hard, his balls churning, his tongue starting to falter as he tried to keep up and failed. Kishra never failed, though, never slowed down. If anything, she seemed intent on draining everything from him that she could.

He gasped for breath as he finally managed to get his hands out from under her paws, bringing them to her lower half. He used them to spread her open, allowing his tongue to go deeper. She hissed and growled, but in a pleasurable fashion rather than an angry one, and he was able to drag his tongue along her inner walls with ease. Each thrust of his tongue made her wetter, made the taste that much stronger under her tail, and each time that he brought his tongue back down, guiding her clit into his mouth, she yowled around his cock.

He could feel her drooling on his cock, and he could just imagine that it was a mess beyond belief down there. Certainly, she was becoming a drooling mess between her legs, oozing and dripping. She was soaking his face with her fragrant juices, and he shivered as even that was enough to keep his cock throbbing hard.

[i]Can’t…can’t last much…longer…[/i]

The Redguard moaned, shaking as he tensed up, trying to make it last a little bit longer so it wasn’t quite so embarrassing when he blew his load. Kishra didn’t seem to care; she just kept attacking his cock with the same fury and frenzy that she’d started it with, never quite sucking it, but she didn’t have to. She just licked along the head, teasing it with the bestial taboo that she had going for her, making it that much naughtier, that much hotter.

[i]Ah…ah…[/i]

Groaning, he cheated slightly. He shoved a finger into her at the same time as his tongue, wiggling both around at once. It was just enough, and she shook as her orgasm started building up. He felt his rising, and he finally let go.

The both of them came, and they came hard, his seed shooting up and past the feline’s mouth and flying through the air, while she squirted against his face. The mutual splashing filled the tent even more with the smell of sex than it already had, and he gasped for breath as he was soaked to the skin.

They laid there together for a moment or two, the pair of them panting until Kishra slowly lifted herself up. She moved her lower half, looking down at his face, then at his cock. Amal could just make out a white stripe from his seed across her muzzle, and he stifled a laugh. It was both cute and sexy, but he doubted that she’d see it the same way.

Kishra batted his cock with one forepaw, much like a kitten would have done with a ball of yarn. His shaft was going soft, and she looked at him with a slightly raised eyebrow, as if asking ‘is that it?’

He smiled. He might have cum early, but that didn’t mean that he was done. A mage had certain ways around physical restrictions like that.

Grunting, he sat up, his hands glowing with gold light rather than something blue-green. He held them to his cock, and as he did, his shaft rapidly started hardening again. Kishra took a step back, holding one paw in the air like a startled cat, her eyes wide and her ears high. It was almost adorable, really.

“Restoration,” he said as the glow faded. “I can do this as many times as I want for the next two hours.”

The panther Khajiit looked down at his cock, then looked up at him, and then down again. Slowly, that smile came back, and she padded forward, looking down at his cock once more. She rested her forepaw on it, pressing down on the head, the claws just barely avoiding touching his skin, and she slowly bent it down until the tip was touching the floor. The gesture was clear; she was in charge, and she was going to enjoy making his cock submit to her will and strength.

Well, he wasn’t going to make it easy for her. He was here for his pleasure, too, after all, and that meant that he deserved a fair chance at getting it.

Hoping to surprise her, Amal changed course, gesturing with a purple sort of light on his fingers. Kishra yowled as she was suddenly lifted off the ground, and he chuckled as he looked her in the eye, controlling her movements as she was Levitated away from him.

“I have plenty of tricks, kitty,” he said, winking. “I’m going to use all of them for our pleasure.”

There wasn’t a response, only a look. A look that was surprisingly intrigued and interested, he had to admit, and something that he hadn’t expected from the feline. It was almost like she [i]liked[/i] having someone challenge her.

Well, if she liked that, she was going to love the rest.

Focusing hard on the Levitation spell, he turned her around, forcing her to face the other way as he stood up. He walked up behind her, gently rubbing his cock between her hind legs, finding the sensitive spots on the equivalents to her thighs, and then slowly dragged his cock up to the little entrance between her hind legs. It was wet, still, wet and sopping and dripping from what he had managed to do with his mouth.

He slapped his cock up against it a few times, and then slowly pushed forward. She was surprisingly tight for her size, but she didn’t make a sound as he started sliding into her body. Maybe he was a bit small for her, or maybe she was just that good at keeping herself tight.

[i]Can fix that with another spell…[/i]

But not yet. He wanted to make this last. He wanted to take his tongue sliding in. The feeling of her tightness was something so different from her mouth, and he shivered as she started to clench around him, pulling a bit tighter, then looser, then tighter again. Each time that she rippled like that, he swore that he was being dragged in further. And perhaps he was; he didn’t remember thrusting in, but soon he was pressed up against her backside, her soft, slightly bristly fur – in places, at least – pressing against his crotch and remining him that he was having relations with a beast.

Somehow, that only made his cock throb all the harder.

Amal started bucking in, feeling his arousal surging. That was the downside to the Restoration spells. They got around the refractory problem, but they did bring his sensitivity right back. He groaned as he worked himself forward, back, forward, back, rutting her as best he could. Every time that he slammed in, he could feel her insides clenching on him, trying to trap his cock, and she was strong enough that it almost happened several times.

But he was the one in charge with the Levitation spell. He could do what he wanted. And what he wanted was to fuck her as hard as he could, as fast as he could.

Grunting, Amal sped up his thrusts, bottoming out in the bigger feline again and again, burying his cock inside of her with every thrust. Each time that he slammed in, she yelped or mewled, and he was pretty sure that she was getting something from the roughness, if not from the actual size of his cock. He held her close, humping faster, harder, his balls starting to swing forward and slap her from just how hard he was thrusting away.

The tickle of her fur was something that he had never imagined from his partners when he’d jerked off. If anything, it was an exotic feeling, an enticing addition to the sort of pleasure that he was getting. He thrust in, ground against her for a moment, then pulled back, only to do it again, and again, and again.

Her wetness dribbled down his cock, and it was a lovely distraction. A distraction that proved problematic when the purple light in his hand and on Kishra finally fizzled out.

She dropped, sliding off his cock, and he yelped as it was almost bent too far down. She landed on her feet, whipping around and pouncing on him, and he went down into the pile of pillows behind him. He grunted at the sudden impact and weight of a large cat on his lap and chest, groaning as he looked up at her, her claws pressed against his chest.

“Mmmph…You’re heavier than you look.”

The panther chuffed, giving him a slight knock with her paw against his cheek.

“Alright, alright, sorry. But you are.”

She rumbled, flexing her claws against his chest. They never quite pricked the skin, but there was always the warning that they could. He shivered as he felt the slow kneading, the touch both pleasurable, affectionate, and…dangerous. Very dangerous, and somehow hot for all that.

[i]You’re barely keeping ahead of the game here,[/i] he told himself. [i]Can’t waste all your magicka on big things.[/i]

He reached up, tapping his chest with his hand. A burst of Alteration magic hit him, and his dark skin shimmered. Kishra cocked her head to the side.

“Dragonskin,” Amal explained. “A bit of magic armor, just in case things get…rough.”

Did he think that Kishra had been smiling before? Surely not, because it was nothing compared to the grin that crossed her face as soon as he said that. She leaned forward, her fangs against his neck, and she…nibbled. It was harder than that, but it felt like a firm nibble along his veins, and he shivered at the mix of danger and pleasure that came with it. He could see the muscles in her neck bunch up as she bit down harder than she could normally, and he could feel the sharp points of her claws against his chest, but…but there was no pain from it.

When she pulled her head back up, she looked satisfied. Dangerously satisfied.

Slowly, she wiggled her hips back towards his groin, and he blushed as he realized just how much she probably still wanted from him. She allowed her hind paws to press against the ground as she imitated straddling him, grinding her hips forward and hunching them against his cock. It wasn’t quite the size for thrusting into her from this angle, he had to admit.

He held up a finger, reaching into the pockets of his robes. A vial of blue liquid was easily found, and he tossed the magicka potion back. As soon as he felt its effects, he gestured towards his shaft with another burst of purple Alteration magic.

[i]Thank you, custom spells…[/i]

Kishra paused in her grinding, staring a bit at the growing shaft between her hind legs. The panther Khajiit looked from him to it and then to him again, then pressed one of her forepaws to her chest. It was as close to a ‘for me? You shouldn’t have’ gesture as he could have expected from her.

And then, she slid forward. She dragged her drenched slit across his cock, soaking it further, and then pushed back as soon as she reached the head. Somehow, she managed to hook it, pushing it into her and drawing a moan from him. She slid back, grinding it in all the way, pushing herself all the way to the base even as it expanded into something that was certainly bigger than the average Khajiit shaft.

Soon, she was hilted with it, and while there were a few wet lines through her fur that suggested sweat from the effort that it had cost her, she wasn’t complaining. If anything, she looked smug, self-satisfied.

He liked that.

Her forepaws slammed down on his shoulders, her claws pricking at the spell that protected him. It was everything that he could have asked for, as if saying ‘no more tricks, it’s my turn.’

And then, she rode him.

It had to be something that she had picked up from two-leggers, as she slammed down against him hard and fast. His eyes just about bugged out of their sockets from the raw strength in her hips as she slammed her rump back into his cock, burying him inside of her every time. She’d slide up to the head, then ram herself down again, and again, and again, each time as rough and powerful as one could have imagined from a feline of her type.

And her tail, it was active too, sweeping between his thighs, stroking along them, teasing him. Sometimes, she even found his balls with that twitching thing, driving him mad with the little tickles of fur on flesh.

Her greater size and strength kept him pinned to the cushions as she rode him, mounted him, teased him. She worked herself back and forth, and he could feel her inner walls clenching to him, holding him as she teased herself and him towards another climax, another explosion of pleasure. Velvety, tight, softer walls than anything that walked on two legs, he imagined, all for him.

In and out, in and out his cock went, and she controlled the pace, rough, hard, fast. She didn’t slow down, didn’t make it into a tease for him, didn’t make it so that she was edging him and tormenting him. No, she was in a full-fledged rut, dragging him along with her, making him ride the razor’s edge on the way to climax. Her claws scratched across his shoulders, leaving slight marks as the Dragonskin spell protected him from the worst of it.

Amal moaned, his hands pinned down, his eyes rolling back again as her pussy milked him hard. Every time that she slammed back, he felt his orgasm coming, felt his seed rising. He tried to hold back, but there was nothing that one could do against this. Not against this warmth, this heat, this perfect feline.

With a final gasp, he came, and as he did, so did she. They soaked one another down there, splashing and squirting like mad. She ground herself down, her claws dragging all the way from his shoulders to his guts. If he hadn’t been protected, he would have been opened from top to bottom.

As they laid together, she looked down at him again. Kishra chuffed…and finally spoke.

“Should join up. Not often someone keeps up with this one’s kind.”

“Who…who said we were done?” Amal panted.

“…This one might not let you go at the end.”

“Call it another contest. Now…” His fingers flashed with magicka. “Let’s try another position.”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: A Redguard looking to lose his virginity signs up to have some fun with a Khajiit in a caravan. Unfortunately, he made one little mistake with describing what he wanted.

Tags: M/F, The Elder Scrolls, TES, Rule 34, Khajiit, Redguard, human, feral, quadruped, semi-bestiality, vaginal, oral, 69, blowjob, cunnilingus, mind control, magic, levitation, creampie, cum, orgasm, squirt,