Chapter 1

A beautiful, young, innocent Breton woman named Barbara, who had recently turned eighteen a few months back, walked in the market within the city of Solitude. She looked up with her blue eyes and admired the clear bright sky as she felt the cool weather breeze blowing her long blonde hair, while touching her pretty pale white face. The only thing the breeze couldn't touch was the rest of her that was hidden beneath her lovely blue dress.

Barbara soon noticed that the entrance of the city was being opened, and that was when she saw her lover, no doubt back from some adventure she would bet. Much of his appearance hidden beneath the set of iron armor, but his Khajiit appearance could not be hidden entirely behind his iron helm. He also had an iron great sword sheathed at his back.

The khajiit, Ja'Vargo, twenty-five years old, walked slowly as though he was in pain and exhaustion, and could possibly collapse, but he didn't. Upon seeing Barbara, he removed his helmet, revealing his young appearance to be that of the Cathay breed, with golden-brown fur almost like a lion. His hair was bright-brown and long, while he lacked a beard.

"By the nine, my love, are you alright!?" Barbara shouted, catching him, preventing him from falling to the ground. "What happened to you?"

"A new kind of dragon appeared," he said. "No doubt of a stronger breed."

In the bedroom upstairs during that cold night, in the house in Solitude which the couple shared, the khajiit laid down on his back, his armor and equipment had all been removed, leaving him topless and showing his strong, muscular build, his only clothing being his trousers. His torso held a few recently made cuts and bruises. Still, it was thanks to Barbara's healing magic that they were disappearing, which amazed her on how her lover could endure battle against a dragon.

"I let you go out for nearly three days, and you were already putting yourself in a near death situation," the breton complained, as she was removing her dress attire. "I knew you should've rest, especially since your arm still needed to recover, after you fought that troll."

"That was three days ago, Barbara," Ja'Vargo pointed out, resting the back of his head on the pillow. "My body needed to stay in shape, and I had more than enough time to recover before getting back to work. Profits don't come to us for free you know."

"I know," she answered more calmly, as she was also removing her shoes, allowing her feet some freedom, "but I could tell that your arm is still in pain."

"Well, I'm fine now," the khajiit assured her. "I'm still alive."

Barbara walked up and sat on the left side of the bed, with her legs crossed. Her slim, graceful, full-bosomed figure was almost entirely revealing, stopped only by her female undergarments.

"I heard that the only reason your alive is because that mage companion of yours focused most of her power on you," her eyes narrowed and half closed, holding the khajiit with piercing cold stare.

"Don't be jealous, because you weren't around to nurse me," he closed his eyes and chuckled quietly.

The Barbara slowly crawled her way on the bed, approaching the khajiit while his eyes were still closed. "Very funny."

Ja'Vargo opened his eyes upon realizing his lover was removing his legging. When he sat up, his breton lover allowed him to remove her undergarments before he grabbed her legs and gently pulled her over him for a loving embrace, and she accepted it, wrapping her legs around him.

"Let this be your reward," she whispered, wrapping her arms around the khajiit.

They soon starting kissing. First the kisses were tender, but then they kissed passionately as the human woman hands explored the cat-man's strong body and smooth fur, feeling warmth all round, while warmth was offered to the breton's cool, smooth, pale body by the clawed hands of the khajiit.

The kiss soon turned deeper, then longer, as they both hungered more for each other's racial taste. Once they broke the kiss, the khajiit started licking and gently nibbling on the human woman's breasts, tasting her lovely, smooth, cool flesh, making her moan and gasp every time she felt the touch of his hot and slightly rough tongue. The breton bent herself completely on top of the khajiit as she pushed him to lay flat on his back, letting Ja'Vargo feel her breasts pressed over his chest.

"There is no woman I would rather be with," he finally confessed.

And with that, they kissed more, followed by the breton sitting up to a straddling position before she seated and took the khajiit's manhood inside of her. The two moaned as Ja'Vargo allowed his lover to move at her own pace and rhythm. The longer she kept going, the more and louder she moaned, until she climaxed, triggering her lover's release, filling her with warmth, and thus completing the mating, and the expression of their love together.

The next day, after Ja'Vargo decided to take a few days off from adventuring, both the khajiit and the breton were enjoying each other's company as they stopped to relax by a lake. The breton rested on the lap of her khajiit lover as they held each other.

"It's a good thing there are no word of any recent dragon attacks," said Ja'Vargo. "I really needed ta day just to relax."

Barbara laughed, then she kissed her man and pulled herself closer to him. "I love you."

Unfortunately, fate was a cruel mistress. Barbara's family, the nobles of Solitude, were secretly working with the Stormcloaks during Skyrim's Civil War, and one day they all moved of solitude without warning. Ja'Vargo learned this revelation late, as he was already fighting on the Empire's side of the war. He especially learned of the revelation late after he had already done something he would regret during the conflict.

During the battle for Fort Greenwall, a critical military installation in the Rift, Ja'Vargo glared with another Stormcloak soldier who had been fighting especially compared to others. Both of them were equally tall and well-built. Their shields were gone, and dried blood was stained on their armor, just as their swords were. The khajiit knew the Stormcloak soldier was human, but his uniform and helmet made it too difficult to tell which race.

They both roared and leaped, swords flashing in deathly arcs, but Ja'Vargo quickly reeled his thrust with all his power before succeeding in tearing through armor and flesh, before the soldier dropped dead at the khajiit's feet.

Curiously, Ja'Vargo removed the helmet of the enemy he slew, and a horrifying shocked claimed him upon recognizing that the Stormcloak he had just slain was none other than the brother of his lover, Barbara. It was then that the khajiit began to realize that the woman he loved, and her family, were all siding with the Stormcloaks, and he was fighting against them, as their enemy.

Since that day, he made sure to cover his involvement with the imperials during the civil war, and made sure no one had seen him slay that one specific Stormcloak, as he would never reveal what he did to anyone, not even to Barbara, whom he never saw again during and after the war, and perhaps never again. Afterwards, he left Skyrim, to begin a new life elsewhere.