Alduin, 1st of Frost Fall, 4E 201:
The black furred Khajiit kneels beside my brother's skeleton before me with her ebony sword planted firmly in the ground. She is prophesied to defeat me; yet she has the audacity to take upon my glorious presence? The Dovakiin is begging for me to spare her worthless life without a fight.
"Valdrekaan wiizaan, hi sahrx Zu'u, Alduin, naal gah?" I don't know why I'm speaking to in dov, I doubt she understands a word that I am saying.
The ebony Khajiit glances up to me with pain and pity in her emerald eyes, "Zu'u yah hi tir dahiik dii zein mons mun kriivaah naal Lokolteiren rahzun."
She wipes away one of her tears of shame. What difference does it make that her daughters were executed by soldiers? I would have devoured their souls if they were alive.
"Nust mun rem gooran wah dir. Kir, gelaad zey wah grah-zeymahzim dimaar wah ho." The black Khajiit's voice cracks as she begs to be an ally to me.
I lowly growl and use my snout to roughly shove her on her back. If she wants to ally herself to me, she'll have to show me how much she fears me. My talons pin her down and my open jaw hovers barely over her furry face. She looks up at me with deep mesmerizing; hypnotic eyes, pleading that I kill her.
"Mama's coming Abanasi and Jasari." She sighs, closing her eyes and relaxing every muscle in her weak; pathetic body, "I'm coming."
I hiss and remove my talon from her body. She opens her eyes and looks at me with confusion plastered on her face.
"Why?" she whispers as I perch myself on the word wall, "You spared me?"
I turn my head and snarl, "Zu'u praag aan yor ziist ko uth."
Her dark furred lips pull back into a toothy grind of absolute happiness, "Nox, dii drog! Nox! Ho dreh ni mindok vir koros Zu'u los!"
She excitedly gathers her weaponry from the snow capped Throat of the World and kneels before me, as all mortals should. Her long black tail sways behind ecstatically. I find this kaaz interesting, but she seems to want something from me.
"Wiizaan, vahr drey ho bolog fah mirahjor voth zey?" I ask as she began to meditate on Yol, "Hei los prophesied wah gemah zey."
"Vis ho genaz tinvaak ko dii tinvok?" she asks to receive a growl and a nod.
Pathetic mortal thinking she can speak in the language of the Dov.
"Thank you, my lord. I sought alliance with you because my daughters were slain by Imperial Legionnaires." She say painstakingly slowly, "I was always for the Empire until they killed my infant daughters. The Aldermi Dominion ordered them to be killed because I failed to notify the Empire of their existence. Someone I trusted turned me in." her voice cracks once more, "At first I went to Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak to join the rebellion, but he has a beastfolk fetish and had me chained in the dungeon for his painfully; sexual torture."
The Dovakiin stops speaking and begins crying like a whelp. She may have a soul of the dov, but she is still a mortal. I sigh and begin locking my black wings clean from snow and ice.
"I escaped because a thief freed me after she heard my sobs of pain." I barely hear the Dovakiin whisper as she protectively holds her arm against her chest, "I began heading to Cyrodil, but the Thalmor and Legion prepared an ambush for Ulfric. I was going to be executed, but you saved me."
I inwardly smile and crown, "How ironic the enemy saved the hero?"
She regains her composure and stands obediently in front of me, "I didn't know that I am dov, but I know where my place is. Slaughtering those that have taken my life; my daughters. I will die fighting for you."
I crawl off of the word wall and stare down the black Khajiit, "You know who I am…"
She bows and introduces herself, "Nisara. Bitch Daughter of the emperor, my mother was the whore; not me."
"What makes your mother a wiizaan and not you?" I cock my head to irritate her.
She angrily replies with a strange fire in her eyes, "I was born because mother was a Worshipper of Dibella in heat; my daughters were born because I wanted cubs!"
Anjisiir, Market District, 9th of First Seed, 4E 176:
The elves are patrolling heavily in the district tonight. So far I've been strip searched three times within ten minutes; being in heat makes it worse. Every touch threatens to send me into a sex crazed feral cat. Just because I'm a black Khajiit doesn't mean that I'm a criminal. I work at the apothecary treating veterans and children. They are crazy if they think I'm not going to write this to the Black Horse Courier.
"You there! Stop!" an elven guard commands in his masculine voice, "The emperor has requested your presence."
I purr in delight, "Now I can explain to the kiss ass why I've been grinding against the guard."
The elf gives me a disgusted look and points me to the three heavily armored Thalmor soldiers h standing in front of my shanty. I put a smile on my face and head towards them.
"Anjisiir, I've gotten multiple complaints about a black cat sexually grinding the guards." His cowardice says in a pitiful commanding voice, "There are only two Khajiit in my city and you are the only one who fits the description. Now I am going to ask, why?"
I roll my eyes and unlock my door. I have more important things, skooma, to do than answer a cowards questions.
"Look at me when I am speaking to you." Titus Meade II demands frustrated by my silence.
I step in the door and turn to speak. The door slamming is the only thing they heard. A true emperor would let the Empire bleed before it heals. I wish I could live in the days of the Hero of Kvatch. It seems like a children's story at how one Nord could stop Molog Ball.
I remove my dress and wander my house naked. Arriving in the kitchen I reach behind the cooking pot and grab six bottles of skooma. Quickly, I chug the first two and savor the sweet taste of the drug. My mind buzzes as I down another. I am unaware of anything else and down the final three without hesitation.
Someone reaches over my shoulder and begins fondling my chest, "I ask you to show me respect and you don't. I'm going to show how your emperor conquers foul beasts.
Go to next chapter if under 16. There's my legal obligation.
If you read this, play Pillin' Spree by Boondox.
Anjisiir's House, 9th of First Seed, 4E 176:
The black furred Khajiit, in her drug dazed heat, wraps her legs around her emperor's waist and begins grinding his arising member. She releases a purr of delight as Titus squeezes her furred ass. The emperor moans as her slit soaks his robes in her juices.
Anjisiir untangles her legs from his waist and kneels as the emperor removes his royal clothing. His erect member is surrounded by her large breasts. She begins massaging her ruler with her furred breasts, summoning a groan of pleasure from Titus Meade II. She begins using her tongue on his sensitive head as she continues to stimulate him.
"Have you done this before, woman?" Titus moans as she wraps her lips around the tip, never stopping her massaging, "Don't stop!"
She lets her tongue play over the tip of his cock before she stops her massaging. She eases his full length in her mouth and begins slowly bobbing her head.
"Do you worship Dibella?" Titus moans as she runs her tongue across his head again.
His pre-cum drips onto her tongue as she continues moving her head in slow movements. Her speed increasing every so often. The emperor places a hand on her head and eases her to take more of him in her mouth. She gags as he reaches the back of her throat. Anjisiir pulls away and gives the emperor a smug look before continuing her blow job.
Titus feels his pleasure increase and places another hand on the back of her furry head. She speeds up her movement and feels him twitch in her mouth. Without warning, the emperor slams himself deep in her throat and releases his seed. The black furred Khajiit gags as his sticky warm fluid sits in her throat. She forces herself to swallow her emperor's love and looks down in shame knowing what he is going to say.
"Kitty needed her milk didn't she?" Titus smirks as she flattens her ears to her skull, "Your emperor can do more than that, kitten."
Didn't like? Not my fault, you didn't have to read it, this is going to continue somewhere later on. I did it to show how Nisara's mother is a Slut to her.
Translations:
Valdrekaan wiizaan, hi sahrx Zu'u, Alduin, naal gah? :: Wretched whore, you insult I, Alduin, by yielding?
Zu'u yah hi tir dahiik dii zein mons mun kriivaah naal Lokolteiren rahzun. :: I sought you out because my two daughters were killed by Imperial soldiers.
Nust mun rem gooran wah dir. Kir, gelaad zey wah grah-zeymahzim dimaar wah ho. :: They were too young to die. Please allow me to ally myself with you.
Zu'u praag aan yor ziist ko uth. :: I still need a second in command.
Nox, dii drog! Nox! Ho dreh ni mindok vir koros Zu'u los! :: Thank you, my lord! Thank you! You have no idea how happy I am!
Wiizaan, vahr drey ho bolog fah mirahjor voth zey? :: Whore, why did you beg for alliance with me?
Hei los prophesied wah gemah zey. :: It is prophesied that you will defeat me.
Vis ho genaz tinvaak ko dii tinvok. :: Can you please speak in my tongue?